Dantalion
but you can't be free
Naked and buoyant and very, very content in the spring, it takes a few moments before Danta feels that tell-tale niggling; you know, the one that says someone's watching you. But when he does, blue eyes open with a predator's ease, spying the figure up on the rocks, and a smirk curls across his face.
"Enjoying the show?" he calls up, shifting to stand properly in the hot water (which comes conveniently to waist height, wouldn't you know). "Or can I tempt you to join me?" Bouncing his eyebrows, because he's quite sure that most people would boil in these temperatures, he can't help but ask anyway.
Who knows, maybe this passer-by is heat-proof? Maybe he's one of those nEw-Ancients that have been cropping up? Not that Danta will judge his mother's decisions, no sir. (He'll just judge you).
"Enjoying the show?" he calls up, shifting to stand properly in the hot water (which comes conveniently to waist height, wouldn't you know). "Or can I tempt you to join me?" Bouncing his eyebrows, because he's quite sure that most people would boil in these temperatures, he can't help but ask anyway.
Who knows, maybe this passer-by is heat-proof? Maybe he's one of those nEw-Ancients that have been cropping up? Not that Danta will judge his mother's decisions, no sir. (He'll just judge you).
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
