// you knew who I was //
"Chaaaarlie!"
With his mittened hands spread as if he's been looking for the Ancient forever - which isn't untrue, but he'd also known exactly where to go, so... - and his coat open and billowing at the backs of his legs, Danta approaches the centre of the Temple and its pocket-sized priestess with a wide, fanged smile.
The Maverick has had a rough few days, between the hangover, the firing of his ambassador and the utter loss of composure (not that the murder hadn't been incredible at the time), and like any devout Ancient, he knows what's good for him.
He's got to get right with Jesus Dygra.
Tugging off his gloves and shoving them in his pocket, it's with bejewelled fingers that he cups the priestess's cheeks in greeting, before descending to deliver a kiss fully on her mouth.
"I am in dire need of someone with your talents," he tells her solemnly. "Please tell me you'll help."
With his mittened hands spread as if he's been looking for the Ancient forever - which isn't untrue, but he'd also known exactly where to go, so... - and his coat open and billowing at the backs of his legs, Danta approaches the centre of the Temple and its pocket-sized priestess with a wide, fanged smile.
The Maverick has had a rough few days, between the hangover, the firing of his ambassador and the utter loss of composure (not that the murder hadn't been incredible at the time), and like any devout Ancient, he knows what's good for him.
He's got to get right with Jesus Dygra.
Tugging off his gloves and shoving them in his pocket, it's with bejewelled fingers that he cups the priestess's cheeks in greeting, before descending to deliver a kiss fully on her mouth.
"I am in dire need of someone with your talents," he tells her solemnly. "Please tell me you'll help."
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
