electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
I would argue that you're sloppy now, Danta might have quipped were it not for the circumstances. Besides, it's not necesarily true either, and where's the fun in snark when there's not a little honesty in it? "Caught by who?" he wonders with a furrow of his brows; Ancients were a lot of things, and they were hardly a harmonious bunch, but an out-and-out lynching didn't seem their vibe, even back then.
Still, left there for days says more than any other details need to, and Danta shoves his hands deeply into his pockets. "The crows got you pretty bad, huh," he says, remembering the bone deep scars raking and criss-crossing across Astaroth's pale skin. Honestly, it's not something he's ever wondered about the other man, and even the rumour mill had been absent of these little tidbits.
"All's well that ends well though, I suppose," he adds, gesturing at Asta as if to say he'd turned out alright once Dygra had finished with him.
Still, left there for days says more than any other details need to, and Danta shoves his hands deeply into his pockets. "The crows got you pretty bad, huh," he says, remembering the bone deep scars raking and criss-crossing across Astaroth's pale skin. Honestly, it's not something he's ever wondered about the other man, and even the rumour mill had been absent of these little tidbits.
"All's well that ends well though, I suppose," he adds, gesturing at Asta as if to say he'd turned out alright once Dygra had finished with him.
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.
