you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself
Their first full day in Torchline in vacation-mode is progressing very well in Danta's opinion. It's late afternoon, the sun tiptoeing sluggishly towards evening by the time they return to Wildering House, having sunbathed and napped and gotten buzzed on cocktails and wine and molten pineapples on the beach for much of the day. But now Asta has said something something the hot tub, and Danta has let him go to potter about in the pool area while he plans to keep the party going.
How that currently looks - or sounds, rather - will be evident from the noise coming from the kitchen, where the Maverick is enthusiastically bashing a bag of ice with a rolling pin to crush it. On the counter beside him are scattered a various array of cocktail ingredients: gin, aperol, syrup, lemon juice, soda, as well as a few large wedges of fresh watermelon.
Humming to himself in time with the beating he's giving the ice, Danta is clearly still a little buzzed, fair hair swept back out of his face by his sunglasses, wearing only a pair of loose linen pants and a pair of flip-flops, shoulders deeply tanned by a day spent soaking up the sun.
How that currently looks - or sounds, rather - will be evident from the noise coming from the kitchen, where the Maverick is enthusiastically bashing a bag of ice with a rolling pin to crush it. On the counter beside him are scattered a various array of cocktail ingredients: gin, aperol, syrup, lemon juice, soda, as well as a few large wedges of fresh watermelon.
Humming to himself in time with the beating he's giving the ice, Danta is clearly still a little buzzed, fair hair swept back out of his face by his sunglasses, wearing only a pair of loose linen pants and a pair of flip-flops, shoulders deeply tanned by a day spent soaking up the sun.
Dantalion
I'll break it to you easy, this is hell
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
