Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
At least there's no judgement coming from Danta - not that there ever would have been, given the Maverick's personality and proclivity towards chaos in general. Content to keep her hand as an anchor point, Danta is already lost in the music himself, in the sway and the rhythm and the alcohol singing through his blood. More than content to use the press of the crowd as a guide as to where the dancing started and ended, he peers down at Maea as she glances up at him, offering her a mischievous grin for her trouble.
"Told you!" He laughs, snagging her hand to draw her closer as someone tries (foolishly, in the Maverick's opinion) to get past with a tray of drinks. More than one person - Danta included - is forced to duck not to be hit, though he finds it more funny than anything. "Easy, right?" He winks.
"Told you!" He laughs, snagging her hand to draw her closer as someone tries (foolishly, in the Maverick's opinion) to get past with a tray of drinks. More than one person - Danta included - is forced to duck not to be hit, though he finds it more funny than anything. "Easy, right?" He winks.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
