electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
Danta can't help but smile at that, and if they'd been drinking, he'd have offered his glass out in a toast. To being born again, or something like that. If he thinks about it enough, perhaps Danta was born again when he awoke from the long slumber. Alas, their current thread of conversation is a lot bloodier, and Danta can't help the way his eyes narrow slightly as he gazes over the egde of the cart; it's jealousy and he knows it, but it's not Asta's fault.
"Bigger things," he echoes with a mirthless smirk. "Sure." Shifting to get comfortable as their ride evens out on the road again, Danta gazes up into the cloudy sky, as if willing it to make sense. "I could tell you I didn't remember, but I'd be lying. I was sent out to handle disputes with other Ancients." So who is the real cannibal between the two of them, honestly?
"Bigger things," he echoes with a mirthless smirk. "Sure." Shifting to get comfortable as their ride evens out on the road again, Danta gazes up into the cloudy sky, as if willing it to make sense. "I could tell you I didn't remember, but I'd be lying. I was sent out to handle disputes with other Ancients." So who is the real cannibal between the two of them, honestly?
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.
