// you knew who I was //
"I'll drink to that," Danta grumbles in agreement - and he plans to, in fact. Leaning down to open a desk drawer, he withdraws a bottle of what looks startlingly like some of Remi's upside down waterfall gin, holding it up as if to ask if she wants some. "Oho," he exclaims as Flora commences with her gossip, meanwhile pouring himself (and his guest) a drink should she wish to imbibe.
He raises an eyebrow at the thought of a neighbour, immediately assuming the Greatwood, but as she continues and readjusts to Hak Etme, the other eyebrow joins in. "You don't fucking say," he croons, all ears for this latest development. Meanwhile, his free hand is casually screwing up the next paper in his stack without looking at it, setting that alight too and allowing the ashy remnants to flutter to the ground.
And as she begins, so far so interesting, because Danta is always on the market for lucrative neighbours. "A rancher," he begins slowly, realisation briefly dawning. "Shit, she isn't the one who did the rodeo, is she? I won a great belt buckle from that thing."
But now it's time for the dramatic part, and Danta rests both hands around his tumbler of gin to keep them from fidgeting, leaning in a fraction closer in case he misses the best bit. Which happens to be all of it, the Ancient's mouth dropping open in scandalised delight to reveal the tips of a fanged grin. "What a bitch," he announces, fully invested. From Sunjata to Flora, that's already two strikes, and if Asta has had to bust out his shadow daddy persona at the Doubletake's birthday because of this rancher, well, she's pretty much out.
"I mean, if you want me to do business badly, just say the word," he offers. "As Ancients, we're quite good at burning things, so bridges don't last too long around us anyway."
He raises an eyebrow at the thought of a neighbour, immediately assuming the Greatwood, but as she continues and readjusts to Hak Etme, the other eyebrow joins in. "You don't fucking say," he croons, all ears for this latest development. Meanwhile, his free hand is casually screwing up the next paper in his stack without looking at it, setting that alight too and allowing the ashy remnants to flutter to the ground.
And as she begins, so far so interesting, because Danta is always on the market for lucrative neighbours. "A rancher," he begins slowly, realisation briefly dawning. "Shit, she isn't the one who did the rodeo, is she? I won a great belt buckle from that thing."
But now it's time for the dramatic part, and Danta rests both hands around his tumbler of gin to keep them from fidgeting, leaning in a fraction closer in case he misses the best bit. Which happens to be all of it, the Ancient's mouth dropping open in scandalised delight to reveal the tips of a fanged grin. "What a bitch," he announces, fully invested. From Sunjata to Flora, that's already two strikes, and if Asta has had to bust out his shadow daddy persona at the Doubletake's birthday because of this rancher, well, she's pretty much out.
"I mean, if you want me to do business badly, just say the word," he offers. "As Ancients, we're quite good at burning things, so bridges don't last too long around us anyway."
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
