Dantalion
but you can't be free
No, no, - excuse him, truly. Danta has just about decided that no, it is absolutely not worth finding out whether the water is very, very cold for the sake of perhaps catching a fish, and he's in the process of straightening up when heeled feet click around him. Now, the Ancient isn't a foot man, per say (he's an everything man, as will become evident to anyone who shares more than a couple of sentences with him), but they are some good feet, and blue eyes rake further up the length of Maeve's legs, to the hips and ass that sashay through the Hanged Man.
There's got to be something in the water in Torchline, he decides. Either that or everyone shares an exceedingly attractive ancestor.
Before he can go and introduce himself (read: flirt, invade personal space, and do his utmost to get a taste of Maeve), the sketch on the flyer she's just tacked up catches his attention. "Huh," he murmurs. "That looks like a kid I met. No horns, though." Seems like a really big detail to miss out if she's looking for one of his kind.
There's got to be something in the water in Torchline, he decides. Either that or everyone shares an exceedingly attractive ancestor.
Before he can go and introduce himself (read: flirt, invade personal space, and do his utmost to get a taste of Maeve), the sketch on the flyer she's just tacked up catches his attention. "Huh," he murmurs. "That looks like a kid I met. No horns, though." Seems like a really big detail to miss out if she's looking for one of his kind.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
