// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
"I mean," Danta says slowly as he considers the midnight masturbator in far more detail than anyone likely thought necessary. "Did he look particularly poor? And was he more focused on you or on the act itself? There are a lot of motivations to want to jerk off in secret at the foot of someone's bed, you know." All of that is to give a big, unhelpful could be either in response to Quentin's ego fishing. "Perhaps you can ask him if it happens again?"
Already drifting further towards the ink dancing of its own accord on the parchment as the other man demonstrates it properly, the smile on Danta's lips is just a little victorious at the simple hello that appears - he can certainly read that well enough, and that's cause for celebration all on its own. "It is quite the thing," he agrees, the tip of his spaded tail flicking as if in response to being mentioned. "Have you considered acting as a scribe in your spare time?" The motivation is selfish, obviously; Danta would be able to write and fire off letters much more quickly if he didn't have to hold the pen (and spell the words) himself.
Luckily for Quentin, he's saved being potentially roped into a side hustle by the mention of the Gilded Market, Danta's eyes lighting up. "Has anyone ever told you that you're incredibly clever?" he drawls, accepting the drink the server brings over and slouching quite comfortably on the couch that Vivian and Gary had vacated.
"More than a meal," he agrees of himself and Asta - and if you catch them in the wrong sort of mood, they might be the ones getting fed. Still, it's an intriguing thought, and he nods agreeably. "Say, you don't happen to have any spare copies of... what was it? The Path to Clitvana? My bitier half is an avid reader, but I don't know that he's enjoyed any of your work. I could let him see what he's in for."
Already drifting further towards the ink dancing of its own accord on the parchment as the other man demonstrates it properly, the smile on Danta's lips is just a little victorious at the simple hello that appears - he can certainly read that well enough, and that's cause for celebration all on its own. "It is quite the thing," he agrees, the tip of his spaded tail flicking as if in response to being mentioned. "Have you considered acting as a scribe in your spare time?" The motivation is selfish, obviously; Danta would be able to write and fire off letters much more quickly if he didn't have to hold the pen (and spell the words) himself.
Luckily for Quentin, he's saved being potentially roped into a side hustle by the mention of the Gilded Market, Danta's eyes lighting up. "Has anyone ever told you that you're incredibly clever?" he drawls, accepting the drink the server brings over and slouching quite comfortably on the couch that Vivian and Gary had vacated.
"More than a meal," he agrees of himself and Asta - and if you catch them in the wrong sort of mood, they might be the ones getting fed. Still, it's an intriguing thought, and he nods agreeably. "Say, you don't happen to have any spare copies of... what was it? The Path to Clitvana? My bitier half is an avid reader, but I don't know that he's enjoyed any of your work. I could let him see what he's in for."
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
