Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
"Oh, please, don't mind your modesty on my account," Danta croons, his smile crooked and pleased even from beneath the depths of his hood. "Good morning, by the way." Not that the intensifying rainfall is particularly good but it could be a lot worse if the state of Maea is anything to go by. "You've been out here a while, apparently. Became a lovely little statue out in the woods."
He isn't the chivalrous sort, but he's still got a soft spot for his own kind, so at her continued discomfort he shrugs out of the heavy coat and holds it out for her to shrug into. Beneath, clad in a deep red waistcoat and a black shirt, with fingers bejewelled and fair hair tousled by his hood, the Maverick does not look as though he really belongs out in the Outer Brambles. "I'm Danta," he introduces. "The rain's only going to get worse, so I suggest we head back to town."
He isn't the chivalrous sort, but he's still got a soft spot for his own kind, so at her continued discomfort he shrugs out of the heavy coat and holds it out for her to shrug into. Beneath, clad in a deep red waistcoat and a black shirt, with fingers bejewelled and fair hair tousled by his hood, the Maverick does not look as though he really belongs out in the Outer Brambles. "I'm Danta," he introduces. "The rain's only going to get worse, so I suggest we head back to town."
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
