Dantalion
but you can't be free
"Perhaps you should," Danta agrees, though he (naturally) makes no mention of what the results of such a meeting might hold for either the goddess or the Nightingale coming to visit her. As for the etiquette, though, that's simple enough. "Offering yourself is quite enough for my mother," he murmurs, and though it sounds simple, it's a little more nuanced than that. As if to demonstrate, Danta flicks out his wrist to demonstrate the lines of blue veins spidering away beneath his skin.
"At least you don't have to try to source blood from some stall, mm?" he says, though that would be quite something. (Maybe he will have to try it one day).
His brows raise to see the path open so effortlessly for Phoebe, the Ancient following after her and watching it with suspicious blue eyes, as if it might close around them at any moment. "Hm? I will be flying back to Torchline," he explains, gazing over his shoulder distractedly at the clear earth beneath their feet. "Warmer," he adds by way of explanation.
"At least you don't have to try to source blood from some stall, mm?" he says, though that would be quite something. (Maybe he will have to try it one day).
His brows raise to see the path open so effortlessly for Phoebe, the Ancient following after her and watching it with suspicious blue eyes, as if it might close around them at any moment. "Hm? I will be flying back to Torchline," he explains, gazing over his shoulder distractedly at the clear earth beneath their feet. "Warmer," he adds by way of explanation.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
