Dantalion
innocence died screaming
honey, ask me, I should know
honey, ask me, I should know
There's an old saying; wild horses couldn't keep me away. Now, Danta has never seen any wild horses, but regardless, he likes his chances when it comes to getting himself to the House of Midnight and the pleasures promised within. Leafchange has him dressing more warmly these days, the Maverick wearing a crisp black shirt beneath the ruddy leather coat he'd procured from Torchline all that time ago, a dark, long scarf wound about his mouth and neck to keep the cold at bay.
Still, he's already shedding layers as he steps in through the doors of the House, handing off scarf and coat for someone to hang them somewhere, and he's fixing the cuff of his shirt even as he requests a drink of something strong and hot and spiced. Today's Danta is perfectly presentable, silver glittering on his fingers and in his ears, fair hair attractively tousled by the breeze, horns catching rainbows in the lamplight.
Still, he's already shedding layers as he steps in through the doors of the House, handing off scarf and coat for someone to hang them somewhere, and he's fixing the cuff of his shirt even as he requests a drink of something strong and hot and spiced. Today's Danta is perfectly presentable, silver glittering on his fingers and in his ears, fair hair attractively tousled by the breeze, horns catching rainbows in the lamplight.
I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door
just to sit outside your door
Table base by Skylark
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
