// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
She is everything that he remembers and more, the Maverick silent in her presence to bask in her every detail. Feeling the blood creep across his skin in chaotic whirls and patterns of its own volition, gods but he could sit here forever and truly feel sated, truly be whole. Dygra speaks and a smile plays across Danta's lips quite without his notice, as if she has made his quest all the easier by simply agreeing that it's possible. More than possible, that it already is so, but for a few small tasks.
"I can do that," he says, voice low and reverent. "I will return to you before the end of Longheat, if not sooner." Of that he is certain, of that he can promise freely and with an air of finality that suggests the tasks are as good as already done. "Thank you, dark lady."
And there Danta will stay, until Dygra's presence transcends the physical once more and she knits herself back among the rock and stone, until she becomes little more than a thrumming in his blood that never, ever quite leaves.
~FIN
"I can do that," he says, voice low and reverent. "I will return to you before the end of Longheat, if not sooner." Of that he is certain, of that he can promise freely and with an air of finality that suggests the tasks are as good as already done. "Thank you, dark lady."
And there Danta will stay, until Dygra's presence transcends the physical once more and she knits herself back among the rock and stone, until she becomes little more than a thrumming in his blood that never, ever quite leaves.
~FIN
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
