// you knew who I was //
"So I have been told," Danta says, his voice low and quiet in their suddenly intimate space, and as her fingers reach for the fire he wields, he teases a lick of flame down to warm her knuckles; a gentle caress whilst he works on the metal still binding her in a marionette's pose. "And it seems I am in good company," he adds. Pretty goes both ways in this little cavern.
"A pleasure to meet you, Ana," he continues, flexing his fingers about the red-hot chain just as her weight comes to lean against his chest. Slipping his free arm around her waist for leverage, it takes a couple of stern yanks against the near molten metal before it finally gives up the ghost, sending them stumbling back a few steps. With a fanged smile that speaks of victory above all else, he returns his attention to the woman before him.
"Would it upset you if I said my guess is more by centuries than days or hours?" he ventures. "By the look of your jewels, in any case." He nods to the muted shine of gems he imagines were undoubtedly flawless, once upon a time. "It was centuries when I awoke, anyway. That was a couple of years ago now, though."
"A pleasure to meet you, Ana," he continues, flexing his fingers about the red-hot chain just as her weight comes to lean against his chest. Slipping his free arm around her waist for leverage, it takes a couple of stern yanks against the near molten metal before it finally gives up the ghost, sending them stumbling back a few steps. With a fanged smile that speaks of victory above all else, he returns his attention to the woman before him.
"Would it upset you if I said my guess is more by centuries than days or hours?" he ventures. "By the look of your jewels, in any case." He nods to the muted shine of gems he imagines were undoubtedly flawless, once upon a time. "It was centuries when I awoke, anyway. That was a couple of years ago now, though."
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
