Dantalion
but you can't be free
PeRhAps, Danta repeats privately in his mind, and though his focus is mainly on the gourd he's crushed underfoot and how it might taste roasted and smothered with the honey in his pocket, he can't help but appreciate how unbelievably cool Deimos is about pretty much everything. Like, Danta genuinely finds it hard to believe, and wonders whether the Sword becomes some quivering mess behind closed doors to make up for it.
He even doubts that, though, by the stifled laugh, the Ancient flashing him a fanged grin as if to say gotcha, only for another gourd to be unceremoniously punted over one of the stalls. "Good shot," he remarks, even if the name vampire gourds feels ridiculous. "Hear that?" he tells one of the pumpkins that tries to hassle them next. "You'd be a really good pie." Opting to kick it as well, Danta's ends up tumbling into some undergrowth with an angry, disorientated hisssss.
"Ah, heard about her," he says of the Voice. "Suppose I can't complain, though. She helped wake us up."
He even doubts that, though, by the stifled laugh, the Ancient flashing him a fanged grin as if to say gotcha, only for another gourd to be unceremoniously punted over one of the stalls. "Good shot," he remarks, even if the name vampire gourds feels ridiculous. "Hear that?" he tells one of the pumpkins that tries to hassle them next. "You'd be a really good pie." Opting to kick it as well, Danta's ends up tumbling into some undergrowth with an angry, disorientated hisssss.
"Ah, heard about her," he says of the Voice. "Suppose I can't complain, though. She helped wake us up."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
