when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
"You say that, but even as mortal enemies I doubt you'd ever miss a chance at cake," Danta says in playful challenge, spearing another piece of tart as the plate is pushed into his vicinity and settling back to enjoy it as the other man's arm slips around him. Scooting his chair closer and humming his approval of the flavour, he chases it with more of his own cake and then with some cocoa, clearly intending to burn away any lingering bad feeling with a sugar high.
"Either that or someone else would have come across you. And between you and I, that's even worse." Especially now that there's a fire obsidian ring sitting on his finger and a gentleman monster ready to snarl at anyone who gets too close to their table. With that thought in mind and the reality of it to combat whatever alternate future they might have made, the Maverick settles in to finish dessert. He doesn't rush but nor does he necessarily take his time, and by the time he considers himself finished, night has officially fallen outside.
"Did you want to stay for anything else?" he asks. "Or shall we go home?"
"Either that or someone else would have come across you. And between you and I, that's even worse." Especially now that there's a fire obsidian ring sitting on his finger and a gentleman monster ready to snarl at anyone who gets too close to their table. With that thought in mind and the reality of it to combat whatever alternate future they might have made, the Maverick settles in to finish dessert. He doesn't rush but nor does he necessarily take his time, and by the time he considers himself finished, night has officially fallen outside.
"Did you want to stay for anything else?" he asks. "Or shall we go home?"
The Maverick
you soon find you have few choices, I learned the voices died with me
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
