// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
"Floraaaaaa!" Danta trills the second her laughter hits the air, throwing an arm up to wave an extravagant hello. The other is holding a cocktail glass rimmed with rocksalt and filled from a large jug on her coffee table. "Come in - we made margaritas!"
Listen, between sidling up to the Doubletake to let her know they were going to head out early and would be waiting for her at home, to realising he'd never asked where her spare key actually lived, by the time Danta had quietly, tipsily and successfully picked her lock, he'd informed Asta that he was no longer quite as tired as he first thought.
One shower later - and after being informed that apparently he wasn't allowed in Flora's bedroom without her present (something something manners, boring) the Maverick had donned the scandalously short silk and lace robe on the back of the bathroom door, wrapped his wet hair in a towel, and commited to the bit. He'd managed to find the luxurious facemask in a drawer, and the cucumber and margarita ingredients had been pilfered from the kitchen.
The rest, as they say, is what the fuck history.
"Not at all!" Danta continues, picking the cucumber slices off his eyes and cheeks - and eating them - before rolling to his feet, offering out her chair as if he'd just been keeping it warm for her. "Sit down, it's time for the afterparty."
Listen, between sidling up to the Doubletake to let her know they were going to head out early and would be waiting for her at home, to realising he'd never asked where her spare key actually lived, by the time Danta had quietly, tipsily and successfully picked her lock, he'd informed Asta that he was no longer quite as tired as he first thought.
One shower later - and after being informed that apparently he wasn't allowed in Flora's bedroom without her present (something something manners, boring) the Maverick had donned the scandalously short silk and lace robe on the back of the bathroom door, wrapped his wet hair in a towel, and commited to the bit. He'd managed to find the luxurious facemask in a drawer, and the cucumber and margarita ingredients had been pilfered from the kitchen.
The rest, as they say, is what the fuck history.
"Not at all!" Danta continues, picking the cucumber slices off his eyes and cheeks - and eating them - before rolling to his feet, offering out her chair as if he'd just been keeping it warm for her. "Sit down, it's time for the afterparty."
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
