Dantalion
be love in its disrepute, scorches the hillside and salts every root
"Only for you," Danta purrs back, grinning up at Asta as the other man's arm slips around him properly. "I don't share my squirrel skulls with just anyone, you know." Leaning in to sneak a kiss to the side of his neck and drawing away again before the butcher can do anything about it, soon enough the clearing is upon them and the Mathair towers overhead like a forest in and of herself. Not really one for nature, the Maverick is nevertheless suitably awed by the Greatwood's mother tree, eyebrows raising as he tries - and fails - to see up into the canopy towards the top.
"Nor have I," he freely confesses, letting out a low whistle and absently patting at his coat so he can go ahead and leave his offerings. Incense and skull come first, Danta using a careful wisp of flame to light the former and set the stick in one of the tiny eye sockets of the latter, nestling it among a few other offerings among the Mathair's roots.
"If you're the one making the sky scream, great work," he says conversationally as he pulls out the flask next. "Here's to you, Mathair." Toasting the trunk, Danta takes a pull from the liquor and pours the rest into the rich soil at the foot of the great tree.
"Nor have I," he freely confesses, letting out a low whistle and absently patting at his coat so he can go ahead and leave his offerings. Incense and skull come first, Danta using a careful wisp of flame to light the former and set the stick in one of the tiny eye sockets of the latter, nestling it among a few other offerings among the Mathair's roots.
"If you're the one making the sky scream, great work," he says conversationally as he pulls out the flask next. "Here's to you, Mathair." Toasting the trunk, Danta takes a pull from the liquor and pours the rest into the rich soil at the foot of the great tree.
be there and just as you stand, or be like the rose that you hold in your hand
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
