Dantalion
be love in its disrepute, scorches the hillside and salts every root
"Okay, but you've been saying that for hours," Danta drawls (it's been about fifteen minutes), his complaints warm with affection and tinged with his smile as he follows Asta's directions, corralled into the cradle of his arm and stepping towards only the gods know what. That's not exactly true, actually - Danta has a pretty good idea what, based on the chitchat he and Flora had shared when he'd sequestered them away in his blanket fort, and he knows they're in Torchline and, based on the smell of jasmine and sweetness on the air, that they've reached Wildering House.
"As I'll ever be," he assures the man beside him, and as the silk blindfold finally drops from his eyes, he's able to blink Flora's arrangements into full and glorious crimson. Mouth dropping open in an expression of awe and delight he doesn't even try to hide, Danta twists in Asta's arm so he can look at everything, the movement causing his shirt - something billowing and gauzy and gold, decorated with little coins that chime with every gesture - to shimmer in the wash of red light. "Flora." He purrs her name like it's an accusation or a prayer, stepping away from the butcher if only so he can step forward to kiss her cheek.
"This is ridiculous and I love it," he gushes, kohl-lined eyes trying to drink in all the decor at once, from the prismatic crystals overhead to the open braziers flickering out by the pool to the swathes of decadence and crimson and liquor to be enjoyed. "Thank you." Kissing her other cheek for good measure and offering a crooked smile to Kaisel as if to ask if he'd like one as well, the soldier is (perhaps luckily) saved by the sound of Charlie's greeting.
Turning just in time for her to quite literally pop into existence before them, he's quite lost in the plunge of her dress and the way he's at a perfect height (read: taller than she is) to enjoy it, Danta takes that as his birthday gift before he's tugged down for kisses. "The night is young, Charlie," he whispers, winking and straightening back up. "There are plenty of things we might use as blindfolds yet, and so much booze to lower the inhibitions."
"As I'll ever be," he assures the man beside him, and as the silk blindfold finally drops from his eyes, he's able to blink Flora's arrangements into full and glorious crimson. Mouth dropping open in an expression of awe and delight he doesn't even try to hide, Danta twists in Asta's arm so he can look at everything, the movement causing his shirt - something billowing and gauzy and gold, decorated with little coins that chime with every gesture - to shimmer in the wash of red light. "Flora." He purrs her name like it's an accusation or a prayer, stepping away from the butcher if only so he can step forward to kiss her cheek.
"This is ridiculous and I love it," he gushes, kohl-lined eyes trying to drink in all the decor at once, from the prismatic crystals overhead to the open braziers flickering out by the pool to the swathes of decadence and crimson and liquor to be enjoyed. "Thank you." Kissing her other cheek for good measure and offering a crooked smile to Kaisel as if to ask if he'd like one as well, the soldier is (perhaps luckily) saved by the sound of Charlie's greeting.
Turning just in time for her to quite literally pop into existence before them, he's quite lost in the plunge of her dress and the way he's at a perfect height (read: taller than she is) to enjoy it, Danta takes that as his birthday gift before he's tugged down for kisses. "The night is young, Charlie," he whispers, winking and straightening back up. "There are plenty of things we might use as blindfolds yet, and so much booze to lower the inhibitions."
be there and just as you stand, or be like the rose that you hold in your hand
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
