Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
Danta arrives with all the aplomb of a hipster late for a meeting. Instead of a large travel mug, he carries a half-drunk bottle of wine; instead of a Macbook, there's a few canvas sacks tucked under his arm. Regardless, he moves with the same blase stroll, the same obliviousness to the march of the day.
On the plus side, he had read the raven Maea had sent, and he'd even extended the invitation to Ophelia on the tail end of their spider-catching spree. (Wanna collect rocks? was the extent of said invitation).
Spotting Maea and her little bonfire and casting a wave, it's with long limbs and little care that Danta clambers to the outcrop and plops himself down beside his fellow Ancient. "A bonfire in Longheat? I like your style," he says approvingly, offering out a sip of wine from the bottle. "Ophelia should be coming, too. More the merrier, right?"
On the plus side, he had read the raven Maea had sent, and he'd even extended the invitation to Ophelia on the tail end of their spider-catching spree. (Wanna collect rocks? was the extent of said invitation).
Spotting Maea and her little bonfire and casting a wave, it's with long limbs and little care that Danta clambers to the outcrop and plops himself down beside his fellow Ancient. "A bonfire in Longheat? I like your style," he says approvingly, offering out a sip of wine from the bottle. "Ophelia should be coming, too. More the merrier, right?"
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
