Dantalion
but you can't be free
"If this is a mountain, then I live in a mansion," comes Danta's opinion as they stroll up to the top of Peekaboo Rise. Carrying nothing with him but the cigarettes in his pocket, the Maverick is dressed down as well, though it's really just back to his usual attire. Shirtless beneath his (open) coat and clad in a pair of dark suede pants that sit low on his hips, he turns on heel to walk backwards and gaze back down at where they've come.
"There was a Blood Moon Festival up here, shortly before I moved to the Grounds permanently," he realises, tilting his head and grinning at the memory. "It was chaos - I loved it." He got naked, if he remembers, and there had been dancing, skipping and theft. Glorious, all in all.
Turning and increasing his pace so he might walk side by side with Asta, he tilts his head towards the other man. "Any sign of anything purple we need to crush underfoot?" he wonders.
"There was a Blood Moon Festival up here, shortly before I moved to the Grounds permanently," he realises, tilting his head and grinning at the memory. "It was chaos - I loved it." He got naked, if he remembers, and there had been dancing, skipping and theft. Glorious, all in all.
Turning and increasing his pace so he might walk side by side with Asta, he tilts his head towards the other man. "Any sign of anything purple we need to crush underfoot?" he wonders.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
