in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Since Asta is doing his favourite brooding asshole impersonation tonight, Danta opts to draw up a seat for himself, because it's more comfortable than standing around while the other Ancient desperately tries not to enjoy himself too much. "Ugh, how could I ever forget," he all but hisses, the mention of Sari and drink enough to have muscle memory burning the taste of liquor and hot pepper and chocolate back onto his tongue.
"In theory it should have tasted good," he recalls, nose scrunching, and Danta helps himself to a whiskey on the rocks to wash away the memory of the taste. "And yet." Huffing out a sigh, he spiders his fingers up the side of his glass and furrows his brow. "She's probably dead now, you know."
"In theory it should have tasted good," he recalls, nose scrunching, and Danta helps himself to a whiskey on the rocks to wash away the memory of the taste. "And yet." Huffing out a sigh, he spiders his fingers up the side of his glass and furrows his brow. "She's probably dead now, you know."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
