Dantalion
but you can't be free
Well that's no fun. Danta rolls his eyes, about to say just as much when - wouldn't you know it - the water rises up to tickle across his torso. Raising his eyebrows, because he's never seen anything like this before, the smirk that curls across his lips is lopsided - and entirely devoid of the scar on the stranger's face. "You don't see that every day," he remarks, wading through the steaming water towards the rocky edge of the shore.
Leaning his forearms against the hot stone (conveniently at Sunjata's feet) and with the water still swirling across his body, he tilts his head up at the other man. "Well fuck, the distance doesn't do you justice," he purrs. "Sure I can't tempt you? Pretty thing like you would look great in the steam."
Leaning his forearms against the hot stone (conveniently at Sunjata's feet) and with the water still swirling across his body, he tilts his head up at the other man. "Well fuck, the distance doesn't do you justice," he purrs. "Sure I can't tempt you? Pretty thing like you would look great in the steam."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
