Dantalion
but you can't be free
"What a shame," Danta croons in reply. Is he actually sorry, though? Is he fuck. He knows they'd not be awake now were it not for that ever-so-noble sacrifice by the Voice, and so as far as he's concerned, the Ascended can stay gone forever. But enough about some long-gone race; there's a perfectly good and fuckable half-god right here.
"Until today," he murmurs of Sunjata's good days, or lack thereof; it takes only a very small movement of his head to direct his lips from the crook of the Flood's neck to his mouth, and the kiss he presses there is slow and hungry. It's followed by the swift and firm touch of his hands, attempting to guide the other man back towards the hot ground.
"Until today," he murmurs of Sunjata's good days, or lack thereof; it takes only a very small movement of his head to direct his lips from the crook of the Flood's neck to his mouth, and the kiss he presses there is slow and hungry. It's followed by the swift and firm touch of his hands, attempting to guide the other man back towards the hot ground.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
