Dantalion
but you can't be free
She really ought to stop asking to be excused; Danta doesn't believe she'd ever need to for a single day in her life. But as she turns and he gets an eyeful of the front now, too, it's difficult to focus on the words he'd just spoken. Blue eyes drift from the starlit crown, down the deep raven of her hair and plunging into her cleavage, and his tongue is already running along the bottom of his teeth when he realises she's directed those words at him.
"Oh," he says, nodding at the flyer she's pinned up, "I was just saying that the young buck in that picture looks exactly like someone I met a week or so back. But your poster is missing a couple of things." He gestures to his own horns crowning his head, cocking a smile in her direction.
"Oh," he says, nodding at the flyer she's pinned up, "I was just saying that the young buck in that picture looks exactly like someone I met a week or so back. But your poster is missing a couple of things." He gestures to his own horns crowning his head, cocking a smile in her direction.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
