electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"I don't plan to - but I have a feeling that with the growing crow population within the Grounds, neither of us will have much of a choice about it," Danta retorts, his smile tight and his expression cold. And he fully plans to laugh it up - hippity hoppity corvids able to bring the great Astaroth to his knees, har har har - but as the other man becomes so vastly unlike himself, it almost turns Danta's stomach.
He only realises too late that he's uncomfortable because Asta reminds him of himself.
Hissing a curse under his breath, his fellow Ancient will likely only hear the rustle of leather given that he's staring at Danta's feet, but nonetheless, the Maverick's ruddy red coat will land about Asta's shoulders only a moment later. "This isn't you," he remarks. "Get on your feet. You can wear that for now."
He only realises too late that he's uncomfortable because Asta reminds him of himself.
Hissing a curse under his breath, his fellow Ancient will likely only hear the rustle of leather given that he's staring at Danta's feet, but nonetheless, the Maverick's ruddy red coat will land about Asta's shoulders only a moment later. "This isn't you," he remarks. "Get on your feet. You can wear that for now."
Dantalion
you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you
with every step that I ran to you
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
