Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
Comparatively at ease as he draws them out onto the dancefloor, Danta has no qualms in ferrying Maea along in his wake, murmuring a greeting or accepting a pat or a touch from the various strangers(?) they pass until they're enmeshed in the music and movement of all those around them.
"You don't," he says, having to lean down to speak to her in order to be understood, a crooked and fanged smile on his face. "No thinking. Just move." So saying, he'll take her hand if she allows to twirl her in place, before succumbing to the beat and the warmth the other bodies pressing in close.
Drunk enough and already chaotic enough by far to be at ease in a setting, Danta clearly neither knows nor cares what he looks like - what either of them look like - thinking of only how he feels as he moves to the music.
"You don't," he says, having to lean down to speak to her in order to be understood, a crooked and fanged smile on his face. "No thinking. Just move." So saying, he'll take her hand if she allows to twirl her in place, before succumbing to the beat and the warmth the other bodies pressing in close.
Drunk enough and already chaotic enough by far to be at ease in a setting, Danta clearly neither knows nor cares what he looks like - what either of them look like - thinking of only how he feels as he moves to the music.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
