electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
Forced into a half-stop as Asta is suddenly very much in his space, Danta at least manages not to walk headlong into the other man's chest, an eyebrow raised up at him in bemusement. Expecting a joke at best and physical punishment at worst (it wouldn't surprise him even now), the Maverick is rendered speechless when, instead, Astaroth offers camaraderie. He swallows hard, forcing in a breath of cold air, and gives a stiff nod.
"I couldn't have put it better myself," he says, stepping back a fraction to offer his hand out to the other man - as equals, for the first time, instead of whatever they had become to each other as a result of The Climb and her politics. "And I appreciate you saying so. Shall we get a move on and head back to my marvellous job?" The Dusklight, obviously. "It's quite cold out here so close to Deepfrost, and I seem to have loaned away my coat."
"I couldn't have put it better myself," he says, stepping back a fraction to offer his hand out to the other man - as equals, for the first time, instead of whatever they had become to each other as a result of The Climb and her politics. "And I appreciate you saying so. Shall we get a move on and head back to my marvellous job?" The Dusklight, obviously. "It's quite cold out here so close to Deepfrost, and I seem to have loaned away my coat."
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.
