you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"I know you have," Danta drawls, maybe a touch smugly - because they've probably both given each other worse injuries than the ones they're sporting this evening. But anyway. Clinking his glass against Asta's, the Maverick downs his drink in a smooth movement - only to almost choke on the burn of liquor at the touch of the other Ancient, however hands-free it might be.
Blinking and sitting up, Danta slowly turns to look at Asta, and then pointedly down between them, as if wordlessly asking for an explanation that he fully expects the other man to give. "I didn't realise we were taking our relationship to the next level, sir," he murmurs. "I'm still not entirely sure that we're each other's type, if I'm honest."
Blinking and sitting up, Danta slowly turns to look at Asta, and then pointedly down between them, as if wordlessly asking for an explanation that he fully expects the other man to give. "I didn't realise we were taking our relationship to the next level, sir," he murmurs. "I'm still not entirely sure that we're each other's type, if I'm honest."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
