the streets are all violent with murderous excitement
Helping Danta up is the easy part, even if he immediately shivers to feel just how cold Danta’s hands have become. That’s okay, though, the bonfire is in sight, and he fully intends to shove his arms deep within the flame to warm up further. His tail continues to lash, brushing against Danta’s as they share his warm jacket and Asta guides them back, readjusting the fur boa wrapped around the Maverick’s neck.
“At least it’s only one season out of the rest.” He grumps back, trudging them along in the snow until the bonfire starts to light up their faces. “I need a nap.” He sighs with a low whine, arm tightening around Danta where they share the coat, scanning down each alleyway as if there are more threats awaiting them.
“At least it’s only one season out of the rest.” He grumps back, trudging them along in the snow until the bonfire starts to light up their faces. “I need a nap.” He sighs with a low whine, arm tightening around Danta where they share the coat, scanning down each alleyway as if there are more threats awaiting them.
Astaroth
the hunter and the prey are dancing every day
