Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
The mention of a tourist board alone is enough to have a chuckle rumbling from Danta's lips; he's been asleep for so long that even small things like this seem quaint and unusual. "Perhaps I'll just write a message in the sand for someone to find," he concedes, since there isn't any official means by which he could show his Quite Grateful attitude to Torchline.
Flora shifts to dip a toe into the pool and Danta leans back on his hands to soak up the sun instead, humming out a confirmation that he is, in fact, an Ancient. "It's absolutely true," he purrs to her, gazing up at her face haloed by the sun and perhaps squinting just a little.
"Granted, only the foolish let it get that bad. I'm not a very patient monster, so I don't go hungry for long." Or at all, if he can help it.
Flora shifts to dip a toe into the pool and Danta leans back on his hands to soak up the sun instead, humming out a confirmation that he is, in fact, an Ancient. "It's absolutely true," he purrs to her, gazing up at her face haloed by the sun and perhaps squinting just a little.
"Granted, only the foolish let it get that bad. I'm not a very patient monster, so I don't go hungry for long." Or at all, if he can help it.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
