Dantalion
but you can't be free
Cool cool cool, but Ronin isn't here, and Danta is quite content to continue trying the luck he doesn't know he's pushing. "Remi," he repeats, tasting the name in his mouth and furrowing his brow as if trying to gauge whether it's familiar. And then, because ding ding! correct, he has spent some time in Torchline, and around Flora, it dawns on him. "You're the Doubletake's father," he purrs.
Glancing fleetingly back to the spider silk he doesn't really care about any more, Danta shrugs, and he's about to ask whether Remi tastes as good as he looks when, and how very rude, some traumatic fucking noise interrupts them. Glaring towards the water, though he's not all that sure it's the source of the noise, he straightens up. "What the fuck was that?" he mutters, peering over the side of the boardwalk as if he might see swathes of people suffering and burning beneath the surface of the waves.
Glancing fleetingly back to the spider silk he doesn't really care about any more, Danta shrugs, and he's about to ask whether Remi tastes as good as he looks when, and how very rude, some traumatic fucking noise interrupts them. Glaring towards the water, though he's not all that sure it's the source of the noise, he straightens up. "What the fuck was that?" he mutters, peering over the side of the boardwalk as if he might see swathes of people suffering and burning beneath the surface of the waves.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
