(SE) dancing on glass

electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose

"How hard can it be to keep a cactus alive?" Danta objects, though if they had to make a bet on it - and he can sense that they are about to - he feels as though Asta would stand a fairly good chance of winning. "Anyway - bones are already dead, so that seems easier. And they'll be prettier than some dried, pointy plant."

Refilling Asta's glass as he spills the beans, Danta stays put before the fire, soaking in the warmth and letting it light up his face in shades of gold and amber. "Oho, you did?" He snorts, raising his eyebrows at the other man. "I was going to say that it isn't as though you go around advertising it, but you did tell her about it outright, so there goes that assumption about you."

You know, that Asta knows how to be smart. And subtle.

Still, Danta is grinning as he takes yet another drink of wine, shaking his head. "I sense a lecture in my future."

Dantalion

you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you