[RQ] doing something unholy

all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach

"Well," Danta says with a smirk as he sprinkles some healing water high up over the arched chainwork on the fountain, "our rooms are all very soundproof, so whatever feelings he has, however big they are and whatever he decides to do about them, you should have privacy. Unless of course you want people to hear - then fling open the door and windows and have at it." Winking at her through the fountain, he steps back and circles around a little more, as if to decide whether they have adequately purified it.

Blinking at the sudden shocked delight on Flora's face, whilst Danta is always willing to take credit for something, he does like to have context if possible, and his laughter echoes across the square as he realises what seed he's planted in her mind. "If anyone can do it, the gods can," he says with a shrug. "Or there's that... is it the baby garden people were talking about?" He'd stopped listening when he realised the children weren't being grown to eat, truthfully.

"Delicious and good at making sure we don't all die," he adds with a wink to Flora's explanation, shaking the last of the healing water out and stepping back, satisfied. "There. I think that should do it, right?"

Dantalion

don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash