Dantalion
but you can't be free
"Mm, I suppose trauma will do that. Waste of a good time though, if you ask me," Danta murmurs, slipping the jar of honey into the pocket of his coat and picking up his pace to stroll beside Deimos again, enjoying the Leafchange breeze and feeling content, for now, that it isn't too cold. "Me? No, not yet," he replies - the Sword is right, though, and he does have a propensity to wander. But hells, maybe the Blood Moon festival being held here is a sign or something?
Anyway, the joke's on Deimos, because if Hotaru had left him in the bear trap, he'd have still found it hot. "Oh, we met in Torchline. Her daughter's grand reopening of the Hanged Man," he explains. He doesn't say he works with Flora separately as part of the thieves' guild, because advertising that sort of thing feels a bit counter-intuitive. "Shame she's gone back to Halo, really." You know, because it's precisely the sort of place he can't follow.
"You know her well?" It's an assumption born of the nickname he'd used, nothing more.
Anyway, the joke's on Deimos, because if Hotaru had left him in the bear trap, he'd have still found it hot. "Oh, we met in Torchline. Her daughter's grand reopening of the Hanged Man," he explains. He doesn't say he works with Flora separately as part of the thieves' guild, because advertising that sort of thing feels a bit counter-intuitive. "Shame she's gone back to Halo, really." You know, because it's precisely the sort of place he can't follow.
"You know her well?" It's an assumption born of the nickname he'd used, nothing more.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
