Stone cold

Dantalion

how the fuck am I supposed to know

"Better, by the time I'm done with it," Danta murmurs, shaking his head to dispel the rain starting to drip from his hair and sitting back once more in the wagon. "It's a bit like losing your mind, so you aren't far wrong," he continues, shifting to look at Maea. "It varies from person to person. I can say that you'll stave it off for longer by killing something big and intelligent." Like people, he almost adds, but the allogator he'd taken down with Edmund had been doing him wonders thus far, so... whatever.

As they proceed through the Inner Quarter, Danta soon taps the side of the cart for the driver to stop and let them out. Hopping down, he holds a hand out for Maea to help her and nods towards a set of steps almost tucked between two buildings. "It's my very fine establishment," he croons with a grin, heading straight for the steps. "Catered for all tastes, whatever they happen to be."

Brothel. It's a brothel.

Regardless, he descends the steps into the Last Whisper, the other businesses bustling and lively despite the rain. "You can stay there until you get on your feet, if you want."

if we're in love or if we're in pain?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!