// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
"It is, isn't it?" Danta purrs, accepting his new drink from the server and lifting it to his lips - which is just about the time that Quentin starts to prepare his word salad. Half a chopped unicorn horn, a handful of accidentally-on-purpose murder and a dollop of blood(?)cum(?)snot(?) and the Maverick has no idea what story the other man is considering writing, but he's fascinated by how everything will apparently fit together.
"I guess it depends. If you want it to be a classic horror story, he should be the villainous murderer who kills for the thrill and must be stopped by... er, I don't know. Gary over there?" He gestures towards the man with his glass. "But if you want him to be your heartbroken and misunderstood hero, you can have it be accidental. He has to fight his urges to solve the crime and fall in love, or some shit."
Quentin might let his thoughts spill forth without abandon, but clearly the Maverick is a master of shittalking, and between them it's a wonder that Gary and Vivian are capable of keeping their concentration (or Gary's erection) at all. They manage it, though, and Danta has gotten halfway through his new drink while admiring his buxom twin and whatever werefiending is happening when he realises he could be doing some fucking of his own.
"It was a pleasure meeting you," he says with a sudden grin and a filthy glint in his eye, "but I suddenly have the urge to find my own monster to play with. Hopefully we'll see each other very soon." Winking and raising the book Quentin has so kindly signed for him, Danta makes himself scarce and leaves the writer to his snarling and the inevitable slap of skin on skin.
All in a day's work for both of them.
~FIN
"I guess it depends. If you want it to be a classic horror story, he should be the villainous murderer who kills for the thrill and must be stopped by... er, I don't know. Gary over there?" He gestures towards the man with his glass. "But if you want him to be your heartbroken and misunderstood hero, you can have it be accidental. He has to fight his urges to solve the crime and fall in love, or some shit."
Quentin might let his thoughts spill forth without abandon, but clearly the Maverick is a master of shittalking, and between them it's a wonder that Gary and Vivian are capable of keeping their concentration (or Gary's erection) at all. They manage it, though, and Danta has gotten halfway through his new drink while admiring his buxom twin and whatever werefiending is happening when he realises he could be doing some fucking of his own.
"It was a pleasure meeting you," he says with a sudden grin and a filthy glint in his eye, "but I suddenly have the urge to find my own monster to play with. Hopefully we'll see each other very soon." Winking and raising the book Quentin has so kindly signed for him, Danta makes himself scarce and leaves the writer to his snarling and the inevitable slap of skin on skin.
All in a day's work for both of them.
~FIN
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
