Dantalion
but you can't be free
"Hello, half-god," Danta chimes back in return, busy allowing some very fetching workers to relieve him of his coat, scarf and gloves, leaving him in a black, oversized sweater and dark pants. Only the rings glimmering on his fingers and the bright downy feathers braided into his hair provide a hint of colour, and he allows himself to be guided and welcomed into the bosom of the House of Midnight.
"Does the host of the establishment provide such a warm welcome to all of his guests?" he wonders; it probably won't surprise Sunjata that he decides on a place near the fire, sinking down onto the loveseat and savouring the nearby lick of flames. "A drink would be divine," he purrs. "I'll have whatever you're having."
"Does the host of the establishment provide such a warm welcome to all of his guests?" he wonders; it probably won't surprise Sunjata that he decides on a place near the fire, sinking down onto the loveseat and savouring the nearby lick of flames. "A drink would be divine," he purrs. "I'll have whatever you're having."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
