// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
Fresh through the portal from the Hollowed Grounds, Danta shrugs into the oppressive heat of the Climb like it's a comfortable old coat, rolling his shoulders and letting an easy smile spread across his face. The region he calls home now is getting more chilly by the day, and he often finds himself thankful for the opportunity to come here and warm his bones back to scorching.
Not having come looking for a fight, particularly, the Maverick has found a little outcrop to sit upon, his boots abandoned nearby, his pants rolled to the knee so he might dip his toes into the magma. By the time Thalassa appears, he's leaning back on his hands, his shirt - some sequinned thing held together by ties at his back - hanging off one shoulder, his eyes softly closed.
"Hm?" Glancing over at the approaching Ancient with lazy surprise, the smile that blooms across his face is one of unfettered indulgence. "Hello, Thal," he greets. "Long time no see. What things are you trying to take your mind off? I can always make myself unbusy for the chance at a good spar."
Not having come looking for a fight, particularly, the Maverick has found a little outcrop to sit upon, his boots abandoned nearby, his pants rolled to the knee so he might dip his toes into the magma. By the time Thalassa appears, he's leaning back on his hands, his shirt - some sequinned thing held together by ties at his back - hanging off one shoulder, his eyes softly closed.
"Hm?" Glancing over at the approaching Ancient with lazy surprise, the smile that blooms across his face is one of unfettered indulgence. "Hello, Thal," he greets. "Long time no see. What things are you trying to take your mind off? I can always make myself unbusy for the chance at a good spar."
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
