// you knew who I was //
"Melt," Danta repeats - they can have their stone suicide pact and sensual narration another time - for now it's of vital importance that the Maverick hands off the ice glass threatening to grey out his fingertips. "Ice during Deepfrost in Torchline," he corrects, as if to point out that whilst it might still be chilly, it's still positively tropical compared to the Grounds. "I couldn't make this seem nearly as enticing in a snowstorm," he adds.
Raising his glass as well and clinking it softly - ice against ice - Danta doesn't need to take long to think. "To ourselves, obviously," he drawls, before swiftly knocking back the drink. Tart citrus explodes on his tongue, soon chased by a sweet burn of liquor, and the Maverick scoffs out a surprised laugh. "The glass might be cold but that'll warm you up if you let it," he says, voice roughened by the alcohol.
Raising his glass as well and clinking it softly - ice against ice - Danta doesn't need to take long to think. "To ourselves, obviously," he drawls, before swiftly knocking back the drink. Tart citrus explodes on his tongue, soon chased by a sweet burn of liquor, and the Maverick scoffs out a surprised laugh. "The glass might be cold but that'll warm you up if you let it," he says, voice roughened by the alcohol.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
