||: I’m kinda in the throes of cosplay work atm , but a brief lil summary of Dante :
Dante comes from an old money family , of which he is now the last living descendant . Able to coast on his family’s vast hoard of wealth , he’s taken to residing in the Silvito Manor ->
||: I’m kinda in the throes of cosplay work atm , but a brief lil summary of Dante :
Dante comes from an old money family , of which he is now the last living descendant . Able to coast on his family’s vast hoard of wealth , he’s taken to residing in the Silvito Manor ->
the Silvito Manor and clings to Dante at nigh all times . He now dwells within the Manor , drinks , and tries to continue on while knowing the other shoe will drop someday and his great crime will be unveiled .
A tortured artist , condemned by a crime of his own making yet ->
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Glass in hand , he’s taken towards the end of the bar with a large sigh , and close to the one with whom brief glances were exchanged mere seconds ago .
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It’s certainly no wonder he’s caught the eyes of many . There still lay pools where his footsteps may have once carried him . That . . . and perhaps some rather curt words exchanged with the bar tender .
Nonetheless , he got what he wanted .
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she doesn't mean to stare; was in fact only meant to spare him a quick glance, but something's changed within the warm four walls of the quaint pub with his arrival. brows furrowed, her eyes move back to the paper——now unfocused.
who’s the real you? the person who did something awful, or the one who’s horrified by the awful thing you did? is one part of you allowed to forgive the other?