I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
Deepfrost, as many well know (and all signs point to you, too, Dorian) is not an ideal time for the Ancients, and with a few bits and pieces still requiring some completion, the Grounds are regrettably without an eternal flame at present. And so as the stranger enters the Dusklight and seeks out its master, he'll find him... well, cozy wouldn't be terribly far from the truth.
Only Danta decorates his body with other bodies, rather than opting for a scarf. Glancing up with cool blue eyes from his veritable blanket of men and women alike, the cock of his head suggests already that he sees something more than in the man who appoaches. Perhaps it's the use of his full name - Dantalion is a myth he likes to keep buried six feet under - but he extracts himself enough to speak.
"For my sins," he confirms, tipping a half empty glass towards the other man. "You have the advantage on me though, I'm afraid."
Only Danta decorates his body with other bodies, rather than opting for a scarf. Glancing up with cool blue eyes from his veritable blanket of men and women alike, the cock of his head suggests already that he sees something more than in the man who appoaches. Perhaps it's the use of his full name - Dantalion is a myth he likes to keep buried six feet under - but he extracts himself enough to speak.
"For my sins," he confirms, tipping a half empty glass towards the other man. "You have the advantage on me though, I'm afraid."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
