// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
"None taken," Danta assures her, straightening out his shirt as much as he cares to and brushing dust and dirt from his pants. "Though perhaps we can spar again soon and I'll see if I can at least make it into your top three hurts for the week." It's an internal challenge he's all too happy to make with himself, though the odds are good that he'll forget about it before they next exchange blows.
Sure, she says, and given that the Maverick has already been given enough detail about how she's feeling (lost someone, doesn't want to talk about it or think about it, which - fair) he doesn't push for anything further. Instead, with a smile and a nod, he gestures down through the tunnels to the portal where they can head back home. If nothing else, at least they might carry the warmth of The Climb with them for a while longer, as well as the sting of their bruises.
~FIN
Sure, she says, and given that the Maverick has already been given enough detail about how she's feeling (lost someone, doesn't want to talk about it or think about it, which - fair) he doesn't push for anything further. Instead, with a smile and a nod, he gestures down through the tunnels to the portal where they can head back home. If nothing else, at least they might carry the warmth of The Climb with them for a while longer, as well as the sting of their bruises.
~FIN
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
