you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself
Aithne doesn't know it about Danta yet, but she really doesn't have to stand on good manners around him. Not that he doesn't find it endearing - especially considering the man he's tumbled in love with - but she could depart to gawk into any number of windows and he'd be perfectly content to linger until she's had her fill of curiosity. Still, the Dusklight is almost upon them, and in Danta's humble opinion (given that he owns it and lives there), it's the crown jewel of the Whisper, however unassuming it might be on the outside.
"Ugh, exactly," he drawls - murder between friends is one of his favourite pastimes, after all. Danta nudges her companionably with his hip and, as they finally come upon the lacquered double doors of the Dusklight, lowers his glotter umbrella to fasten it up and hand it to one of the doormen. "Anyway, here we are. Welcome to the heart of the Hollowed Grounds."
Stepping inside and nodding his thanks to the doorman for holding it open for them, they are immediately hit by a wall of heat and the smell of perfume and liquor. The hum of voices and laughter and glasses clinking is ambient without being overwhelming, laced through with the slow melody of music somewhere, and whether it's at the tables, in the booths or sequestered away in little alcoves, the nature of the Dusklight is all too obvious in its wandering hands and promises whispered through painted lips.
Danta, of course, makes a beeline for the bar, Aithne still on his arm presuming she hasn't peeled herself away to make trouble. "What can I get you?" he trills when they arrive, leaning against the counter and gesturing to the glittering bottles that line the wall behind it.
"Ugh, exactly," he drawls - murder between friends is one of his favourite pastimes, after all. Danta nudges her companionably with his hip and, as they finally come upon the lacquered double doors of the Dusklight, lowers his glotter umbrella to fasten it up and hand it to one of the doormen. "Anyway, here we are. Welcome to the heart of the Hollowed Grounds."
Stepping inside and nodding his thanks to the doorman for holding it open for them, they are immediately hit by a wall of heat and the smell of perfume and liquor. The hum of voices and laughter and glasses clinking is ambient without being overwhelming, laced through with the slow melody of music somewhere, and whether it's at the tables, in the booths or sequestered away in little alcoves, the nature of the Dusklight is all too obvious in its wandering hands and promises whispered through painted lips.
Danta, of course, makes a beeline for the bar, Aithne still on his arm presuming she hasn't peeled herself away to make trouble. "What can I get you?" he trills when they arrive, leaning against the counter and gesturing to the glittering bottles that line the wall behind it.
Dantalion
I'll break it to you easy, this is hell
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
