Dantalion
but you can't be free
"Well of course you are," Danta says with all the reverence expected of someone who hasn't really understood the implications of what she's saying. Maeve surely is a queen, in the same way that all particularly attractive people are able to get the things they want more easily than the average riff-raff. Pretty privilege, isn't that what they call it?
But then she's closing the distance to something more intimate than politeness and Danta is all for it, leaning into the touch that skims along his thigh. "I'm afraid I don't, Maeve," he murmurs - luckily she's here to enlighten him, and the Ancient flashes a smile and tilts his head enough that the candlelight catches on the diamond of his horns.
"Who wouldn't?" he wonders, and there's something fey in his eyes that suggests he's pulling a strand of self-control very, very taut not to try and consume her then and there.
But then she's closing the distance to something more intimate than politeness and Danta is all for it, leaning into the touch that skims along his thigh. "I'm afraid I don't, Maeve," he murmurs - luckily she's here to enlighten him, and the Ancient flashes a smile and tilts his head enough that the candlelight catches on the diamond of his horns.
"Who wouldn't?" he wonders, and there's something fey in his eyes that suggests he's pulling a strand of self-control very, very taut not to try and consume her then and there.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
