we're born at night, so much of our life
"Earned it and then some," Danta agrees with a scoff. "I for one am looking forward to not being prodded awake, if you catch my drift." The fanged grin on his lips gives him away, because the Maverick clearly doesn't mind one bit how Asta chooses to wake him up or with what body parts.
As Flora starts to ready herself to leave, Danta follows suit and rises to his feet, brushing a bit of ash from his lap where he'd 'filed' some of his letters away. "No gossip here I'm afraid. You were here for all of the latest drama. Oh, but our fountain works now, so if you get any cuts or bruises, feel free to try the wine," he says.
"If you'd be a dear and tie that letter to me and open the window, I'll let you be on your way." Winking, Danta promptly shifts into a darkly feathered crow, wings shifting as he stands on the desk and looks up at Flora expectantly.
As Flora starts to ready herself to leave, Danta follows suit and rises to his feet, brushing a bit of ash from his lap where he'd 'filed' some of his letters away. "No gossip here I'm afraid. You were here for all of the latest drama. Oh, but our fountain works now, so if you get any cuts or bruises, feel free to try the wine," he says.
"If you'd be a dear and tie that letter to me and open the window, I'll let you be on your way." Winking, Danta promptly shifts into a darkly feathered crow, wings shifting as he stands on the desk and looks up at Flora expectantly.
Dantalion
is just carvin' through the dark
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
