Dantalion
be love in its disrepute, scorches the hillside and salts every root
Danta doesn't see the strikes made against the speaking squirrel behind him - but he sure fucking hears it. The smile that curls across his lips is quiet and dark, the Maverick only glancing up from his spot at the Mathair when Asta's shadow falls across him. "Acting as security even when we're away from the Dusklight," he remarks, gazing sidelong at the other man. "I'm sure she'll appreciate your vigilance as much as I do when we're at home."
With a final, respectful nod for the mother tree and her apparent love for shrieking weather systems, Danta turns fully to his lover and reaches out to straighten the lapels of his coat with a gentle tug. "Now, can I tempt you into a stroll through the weird fae market in that village of theirs, or are you feeling too prickly to be around anyone?" he wants to know.
With a final, respectful nod for the mother tree and her apparent love for shrieking weather systems, Danta turns fully to his lover and reaches out to straighten the lapels of his coat with a gentle tug. "Now, can I tempt you into a stroll through the weird fae market in that village of theirs, or are you feeling too prickly to be around anyone?" he wants to know.
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.
