Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
Far from minding the squirrelling away of the tools he brought, Danta selects a chisel and a small hammer for himself, straightening up in time to hear Ophelia speak. "Your poison?" he repeats, eyebrows raised, expression quietly impressed as he approaches the wall. "Do tell," he invites. Kneeling by a cluster of clear quartz, the Maverick taps and chisels at the crystal with a gentleness one might think impossible for him, patient until he's able to free it from the stone.
"Oh, many a time," he drawls - Ophelia is correct, and he's more than content to carry any and all conversations. "But seeing her about this quest was the first time I've spoken with her properly since I awoke." Selecting some glittering sapphire next, he starts to work it free. "Do you know, this place is sacred among Ancients?"
"Oh, many a time," he drawls - Ophelia is correct, and he's more than content to carry any and all conversations. "But seeing her about this quest was the first time I've spoken with her properly since I awoke." Selecting some glittering sapphire next, he starts to work it free. "Do you know, this place is sacred among Ancients?"
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
