Dantalion
but you can't be free
"I haven't decided yet," Danta informs him, his hands braced against the volcanic shore now, as if to lift himself out of the water as much as possible without actively touching the other man. He swears he can practically smell the power rolling off him, more than any Attuned he's encountered previously. (Then again, when was the last time he actually met an Attuned? Come on, Danta).
But then Sunjata is leaning away again, all horned and scarred and terribly untouchable, and the Ancient lets blue eyes linger on those Cupid's bow lips for a few moments more. "A dragon," he rumbles, lifting himself out of the water; his skin is a little pink from the experience, but nothing that suggests he's taken more than a wonderfully hot bath. With steam curling about him along with the lingering tendrils of water - he hopes, anyway - he stretches languidly.
"Believe me when I say it is a pleasure, Sunjata."
But then Sunjata is leaning away again, all horned and scarred and terribly untouchable, and the Ancient lets blue eyes linger on those Cupid's bow lips for a few moments more. "A dragon," he rumbles, lifting himself out of the water; his skin is a little pink from the experience, but nothing that suggests he's taken more than a wonderfully hot bath. With steam curling about him along with the lingering tendrils of water - he hopes, anyway - he stretches languidly.
"Believe me when I say it is a pleasure, Sunjata."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
