in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Mm, they've built a lot of shit that's surprised me since I woke up," Danta agrees, this murmured, of course, while he's across the bar concocting Asta his drink. "Then again, maybe it was always like this outside The Climb. Not as though I'd know." It's the Maverick's first time exploring the big wide world, after all, even if he's come far in the short time he's been off leash.
Ah, but then there's a taste test to conduct, and of course Danta has taken his seat right across from the other man again, chin cupped in his hands. And granted, while he doesn't expect nothing, he's surprised at the barefaced sincerity of the compliment (a second one, be still Danta's heart) for something as small as a drink. "You're welcome," he drawls, making it sound a lot like shut up, before withdrawing to finish his own drink and letting his fellow Ancient enjoy his martini in relative peace for a moment.
"You see the bonfire yet?" he wonders after setting his empty glass aside, absently rolling up his bloody sleeves as he speaks.
Ah, but then there's a taste test to conduct, and of course Danta has taken his seat right across from the other man again, chin cupped in his hands. And granted, while he doesn't expect nothing, he's surprised at the barefaced sincerity of the compliment (a second one, be still Danta's heart) for something as small as a drink. "You're welcome," he drawls, making it sound a lot like shut up, before withdrawing to finish his own drink and letting his fellow Ancient enjoy his martini in relative peace for a moment.
"You see the bonfire yet?" he wonders after setting his empty glass aside, absently rolling up his bloody sleeves as he speaks.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
