// you knew who I was //
Having had nothing to do with the ball's arrangement, decoration, food or music, nevertheless Danta feels as though he's had to do a great deal of preparation for it, if for no other reason than he's had to get dressed. You know. Properly. And it's a feat that can be attributed to both Kiada and Astaroth in truth, that the Maverick looks the way he does, which isn't half bad at all, if the glances he's being thrown are to be believed.
More or less tied into his outfit (entirely black but embroidered with golden thread, in as close a resemblance to a male corset as one might get), he's on his second - large - glass of wine of the evening, lurking for once against one of the walls. Is Danta a wallflower? No. Does he enjoy being without company? No again.
And yet, there's something tantalising for at least a moment or two, to watch the world go by as if on a timer; perfect, synchronised, clockwork. Begging for chaos, if you ask him.
More or less tied into his outfit (entirely black but embroidered with golden thread, in as close a resemblance to a male corset as one might get), he's on his second - large - glass of wine of the evening, lurking for once against one of the walls. Is Danta a wallflower? No. Does he enjoy being without company? No again.
And yet, there's something tantalising for at least a moment or two, to watch the world go by as if on a timer; perfect, synchronised, clockwork. Begging for chaos, if you ask him.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
