// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
Unlike Thal, Danta has no qualms when it comes to rasslin' or any other close contact, though his delight is short lived as he successfully drives the air out of her lungs. The grin on his face flinches into something absolutely horrified, and though he's already jumping back on instinct, her knee absolutely hits its mark. The Maverick, like any man who has been assaulted thus, drops like a sack of shit with a groan, curling around himself protectively.
"That was uncalled for," he wheezes, glaring up at her half-playfully, and the fire that suddenly whipcracks through the air does so entirely without thought - it would have to be, given that the only damage the flame can do is to Thal's clothes. But hey, maybe he might be able to dazzle her or singe her outfit enough to cause a distraction. Because he's going to be right back on this, the second he stops feeling sick.
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"That was uncalled for," he wheezes, glaring up at her half-playfully, and the fire that suddenly whipcracks through the air does so entirely without thought - it would have to be, given that the only damage the flame can do is to Thal's clothes. But hey, maybe he might be able to dazzle her or singe her outfit enough to cause a distraction. Because he's going to be right back on this, the second he stops feeling sick.
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Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
