#dante threads

They’re tense, standing against the wall of the club, eyes daring around the crowd, the lights and music and shine disorienting, and Dante wonders how they’re supposed to feel better in any of this. Really, they still want to be at home, hiding under the covers with their phone and laptop turned off so they can’t look at the endless scrolling of their twitter and instagram mentions. But, submission sickness is a bitch, and here they are, looking for someone to help in staving it off for that much longer. Standing against the wall, however, isn’t a good way to meet people, and Dante finally gathers their courage, stepping forward and into the throng of people.

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This wasn’t exactly what Dante had intended, going back to the club that night. It had just been the desire to go out, be surrounded by people again, without the risk of being recognized by anyone who had seen the events that had driven them out to the northeast. They hadn’t intended to be in this position - backed up against the bar, a redheaded woman pressed against their front, her eyes clearly alight with enjoyment. “Miss -” They swallowed, voice barely audible around the music of the club. “We- we shouldn’t do this. People - People could see.” Never mind the fact that they were in a shadowy corner, likely the most unobtrusive spot they could be in. // @mykindcfhell

They’d tried to keep to themself after the laws had passed - not that that had been too hard. Dante had always lived a solitary life, mostly going from work, to home, to the store, and back again. The marriage of one of their siblings was a rare break in the routine, and as much as Dante would have liked to hide away until the day of the event, they’d agreed to do the catering. So here they were, stepping into the office of the wedding planner, wings held tightly against their back as they peered into the office. “Hello? I’m looking for an Alexandria, she’s planning my sisters wedding that I’m going to be catering?” // @thcblackrosc​

❛ I’ve never seen you like this before. ❜ ( Dante from jiah

Was having their wings out a gauche, slutty move? In Dante’s eyes, yes. But they’d been drinking, and holding their wings in hurt after a week, even for someone as practiced as them. And so, after a few more shots than was probably strictly advised, considering they worked the next day, Dante’s wings slid out abruptly, making them jump, and slide out of the stool they had claimed, backing up out of the lights, towards a more shadowed corner. Attempts to pull them in just made them flex and snap further outwards, attracting more attention than they strictly wanted (which was none), and so dante was forced to stop, running one hand over their face as they tried to concentrate enough to make a second, more controlled attempt. At least, until some unknown person decided to touch, judging by the sharp blaze of pleasure that rocketed down their spine, pulling a soft whine unbidden from their throat. // @thcblackrosc