I'm still comparing your past to my future
"Kiaaaaaaa," Danta is calling as he elbows his way into his office where he's 90% sure she's working. He's already got an overnight bag over his shoulder, a very securely capped bottle of lightning in a leather holster, and also a few papers and files and a bottle of wine in hand as he bursts inside. It's a true miracle that he doesn't lose or spill or break anything as he gets to the desk, setting down folders and wine and dropping the bag so he can slouch into his chair.
"Fuck," he announces, "that was an ordeal. Anyway, I'm gonna be heading out in a couple of hours to King's End. Sunjata wants to trade some lightning for bits of unicorn - which, savage that they do that to the ponies, very metal - and I figured we should probably decide... y'know." He gestures to where they are and the desk and the files and yeah, she gets it.
"Do we want more lightning to replace the shit we're trading away, you think?"
"Fuck," he announces, "that was an ordeal. Anyway, I'm gonna be heading out in a couple of hours to King's End. Sunjata wants to trade some lightning for bits of unicorn - which, savage that they do that to the ponies, very metal - and I figured we should probably decide... y'know." He gestures to where they are and the desk and the files and yeah, she gets it.
"Do we want more lightning to replace the shit we're trading away, you think?"
Dantalion
it might be your wound but they're my sutures
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
