all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach
Focused almost entirely on his offering, Danta barely realises that Flora has gotten so close until her warmth of her arms slipping around his neck has him angling towards her automatically. His bloody lips are forming a question that rapidly becomes unimportant, his arm slipping around her waist of its own accord as he kisses her back, slow and unapologetic. Left reeling as Flora swans away with her stolen offering (Dygra would approve, no doubt), the Maverick can only watch in quiet awe as she plants a kiss upon the altar.
"And you're certain you have no desire to join us over here on the warm side of the pillow?" he asks, voice low, expression hazy with unfettered appreciation; blood and fire and kissing will do that to an Ancient, as she well knows. "You'd look so good with horns, Flora."
Taking a purposefully deep breath, he holds out his hand - the one he hasn't sliced up - out for her so they might depart the shrine. "Come on, in case sweet Dygra decides to taste you for herself after that performance."
"And you're certain you have no desire to join us over here on the warm side of the pillow?" he asks, voice low, expression hazy with unfettered appreciation; blood and fire and kissing will do that to an Ancient, as she well knows. "You'd look so good with horns, Flora."
Taking a purposefully deep breath, he holds out his hand - the one he hasn't sliced up - out for her so they might depart the shrine. "Come on, in case sweet Dygra decides to taste you for herself after that performance."
Dantalion
don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
