Dantalion
but you can't be free
Glancing sharply over his shoulder, whatever sass is about to fizz off Danta's tongue promptly melts away at the sight of the hulking demigod on the approach. One might think it's intimidation or respect that renders him silent - and one would be fucking wrong. Wildly attracted in a way that doesn't really have words, Danta lets out a low, slow whistle and shakes his head.
Meeting the predatory (avian?) gaze with an equality he absolutely can't back up - not that he knows yet - the Ancient prowls a step or two closer. "If you have, I didn't see you," he purrs. "I'd remember a face like yours." Would the other man mind if he reaches out to squeeze his bicep, to see if it feels like marble as well as looking like it?
"Danta," he introduces himself.
Meeting the predatory (avian?) gaze with an equality he absolutely can't back up - not that he knows yet - the Ancient prowls a step or two closer. "If you have, I didn't see you," he purrs. "I'd remember a face like yours." Would the other man mind if he reaches out to squeeze his bicep, to see if it feels like marble as well as looking like it?
"Danta," he introduces himself.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
