electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
A heart, beating and bleeding, if the aesthetics are anything to go by, and even without their presence - and the relatively early hour of the day - the Dusklight is up to its usual shenanigans. Granted, as Astaroth enters with Dantalion at his heels, the atmosphere ramps up tenfold, and he can practically hear the beginning of several rumours as he saunters by. "Drink?" he offers the other man, already sidling around to his side of the bar.
"Or would you prefer to dress yourself again first?" he asks, adding his own up and down to the taller man's body, since everyone else is doing it. No one will approach and take their chances, not with him currently engaged in conversation with the Maverick, but the second he's alone there's little doubt that Asta will be appropriately swarmed.
People love scars; what can Danta say?
Shrugging out of his coat and hanging it up on a hook beside the bar, he rolls his sleeves to the elbows and waits for the other man's response.
"Or would you prefer to dress yourself again first?" he asks, adding his own up and down to the taller man's body, since everyone else is doing it. No one will approach and take their chances, not with him currently engaged in conversation with the Maverick, but the second he's alone there's little doubt that Asta will be appropriately swarmed.
People love scars; what can Danta say?
Shrugging out of his coat and hanging it up on a hook beside the bar, he rolls his sleeves to the elbows and waits for the other man's response.
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.
