Dantalion
but you can't be free
"Ascended bites? Afraid I never had the pleasure of experiencing it," Danta murmurs, slowly dropping into a crouch as he examines the silvery scars, the flush to Sunjata's neck and cheeks, the irresistible scent of him laying heavy on the air. As for what he thinks?
Huffing out a laugh that ghosts across the other man's throat, he leans further forward, lips parting to rest teeth and fangs against the nearest silvery pattern. He doesn't quite break the skin, enjoying the teasing far too much, but when he shifts back again, it's quite clear what he thinks.
"Ancients don't bite," he purrs. "Not usually, anyway. Not on a good day." Tilting his head as if to encourage Sunjata to glance up at him, a smile curling across his lips. "Do you want it to be good day or not?"
Huffing out a laugh that ghosts across the other man's throat, he leans further forward, lips parting to rest teeth and fangs against the nearest silvery pattern. He doesn't quite break the skin, enjoying the teasing far too much, but when he shifts back again, it's quite clear what he thinks.
"Ancients don't bite," he purrs. "Not usually, anyway. Not on a good day." Tilting his head as if to encourage Sunjata to glance up at him, a smile curling across his lips. "Do you want it to be good day or not?"
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
