you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself
"Mm, that's true - I suppose we can call it even now that I swamped into your brothel all tired and sad." Smirking out of the blankets towards Sunjata, Danta gets an elbow under him to half sit up in time for the soft expanse of feathered wings to stretch into the air, catching on the low light of the Climb pouring in from outside. The Maverick's eyes widen a fraction - with a touch of awe, certainly (which Jata is probably used to) but also with the interest of someone who was practically born with wings of their own.
"Oh I bet," he says of the wings being soft - because they definitely look that way, and he tilts his head as the other man draws closer, extending watercolour fan of feathers towards him. Danta raises his eyebrows as if to ask if Sunjata is sure - wings are a sensitive appendage, as they both know - and only once he's received the confirmation does he reach out to brush his fingers along the closest few pinions, inspecting them with the care of a fellow avian.
"These," he says under his breath, "must take an age to preen."
"Oh I bet," he says of the wings being soft - because they definitely look that way, and he tilts his head as the other man draws closer, extending watercolour fan of feathers towards him. Danta raises his eyebrows as if to ask if Sunjata is sure - wings are a sensitive appendage, as they both know - and only once he's received the confirmation does he reach out to brush his fingers along the closest few pinions, inspecting them with the care of a fellow avian.
"These," he says under his breath, "must take an age to preen."
Dantalion
I'll break it to you easy, this is hell
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
