// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
"Oooh - it's all well and good to jest, but I'm very much spoken for when it comes to the gods," Danta says, pressing a hand to his chest over his heart as if the idea of really approaching Frey, of approaching anyone other than his dark lady, is tantamount to blasphemy. "Besides, Dygra is all about chaos, entropy, change. I'm sure she could do something to assist, if my curiosity ever got the better of me." It would probably result in Danta waking up and never knowing what equipment he'd possess, which... hot, honestly.
Unlike Flora - and despite his blossoming relationship with Tall, Dark and Dangerous out on the main floor - Danta has had a taste of others in recent times; whenever the need arises and Asta has declined his right of first refusal, in truth. But none of them are Flora, and as he manages to buckle a particularly tricky strap she steps back from him, his hands dropping away from her as if they're caught in a dance.
Before he knows it, her golden skin and generous curves are on display, the Maverick's eyes drinking her in like a man caught in a desert who finds himself suddenly caught in the rain. If he notices her scars his gaze doesn't linger on them, Danta drawing the gauzy material of his own shift over his head and closing the distance between them once more. Pale in comparison to her sun-kissed complexion, and lightly scarred in more than a few places, Flora will likely still catch the shape of teeth in some of the marks along his neck and shoulders.
They can play storytime with their bodies later, though - for now he's already leaning in for a taste of her lips - testing the waters, almost, for whether she wants to continue or not.
Unlike Flora - and despite his blossoming relationship with Tall, Dark and Dangerous out on the main floor - Danta has had a taste of others in recent times; whenever the need arises and Asta has declined his right of first refusal, in truth. But none of them are Flora, and as he manages to buckle a particularly tricky strap she steps back from him, his hands dropping away from her as if they're caught in a dance.
Before he knows it, her golden skin and generous curves are on display, the Maverick's eyes drinking her in like a man caught in a desert who finds himself suddenly caught in the rain. If he notices her scars his gaze doesn't linger on them, Danta drawing the gauzy material of his own shift over his head and closing the distance between them once more. Pale in comparison to her sun-kissed complexion, and lightly scarred in more than a few places, Flora will likely still catch the shape of teeth in some of the marks along his neck and shoulders.
They can play storytime with their bodies later, though - for now he's already leaning in for a taste of her lips - testing the waters, almost, for whether she wants to continue or not.
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
