electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"I'm rather known for it in these parts. You're so fucking welcome, by the way." Danta's snark whipcracks out at the mere sound of Astaroth's voice - and the tone of it, in particular - such that it's as though their past (pleasant) few meetings never happened. Busy licking a streak of blood from the underside of his palm, it's only as he glares glances across at the other man that he takes in the state of him.
"What the fuck happened to you?" There are scenarios where such matters might have been handled more sensitively, but this isn't one of them. Perhaps if it had been Isla to come across Astaroth mid-hunt, things would have been different. Alas, it's the Maverick.
"Have it, I'm done," he adds, and if there's a sneering satisfaction in knowing that Asta gets his leftovers (however plentiful they may be), Danta won't hide it.
"What the fuck happened to you?" There are scenarios where such matters might have been handled more sensitively, but this isn't one of them. Perhaps if it had been Isla to come across Astaroth mid-hunt, things would have been different. Alas, it's the Maverick.
"Have it, I'm done," he adds, and if there's a sneering satisfaction in knowing that Asta gets his leftovers (however plentiful they may be), Danta won't hide it.
Dantalion
you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you
with every step that I ran to you
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
