electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
Danta has the good grace, at least, not to stare at Astaroth as he puts himself back together, the Maverick slightly turned away so he can adjust the bloody sleeves of his shirt now that he's no longer wearing his coat. And it's chilly out, for an Ancient especially, so Asta had better be fucking grateful for it.
Only when the other man is properly standing does he turn back towards him, all cold blue eyes and sharp cheekbones. "We can walk," he offers. "Or I can leave you to it. Up to you." Whether Asta actually chooses to speak about things is also up to him, and Danta is about to say as much when the tell-tale croak of approaching carrion sounds overhead.
It isn't surprising given the deer carcass, but among the vultures he can see circling, he knows there will be crows as well.
Only when the other man is properly standing does he turn back towards him, all cold blue eyes and sharp cheekbones. "We can walk," he offers. "Or I can leave you to it. Up to you." Whether Asta actually chooses to speak about things is also up to him, and Danta is about to say as much when the tell-tale croak of approaching carrion sounds overhead.
It isn't surprising given the deer carcass, but among the vultures he can see circling, he knows there will be crows as well.
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.
