// you knew who I was //
With an indulgent smile to Maea and a mule-kick to the shin for Astaroth, Danta draws a very careful breath in (he can't breathe too deeply or he might hurt himself) and takes another long sip of his wine. "Mm, this isn't the first image that springs to mind when I think of balls, but it's hard to deny a job well done," he drawls. Scrunching his nose at Kiada - but pointedly not offering any criticism, because he knows what her hands are capable of now - the Maverick instead zeroes in on Charlie as she appears.
"Later - or now, if a kind soul wanted to take pity on me," he laments, side-stepping to stand beside the Grounds' resident priestess. "The Temple doesn't always look this way, but what do you think? A good enough base for your needs?" Her Dygra-priestess-naked-moon-blood-party needs, he means.
"Later - or now, if a kind soul wanted to take pity on me," he laments, side-stepping to stand beside the Grounds' resident priestess. "The Temple doesn't always look this way, but what do you think? A good enough base for your needs?" Her Dygra-priestess-naked-moon-blood-party needs, he means.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
