electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"If I ever find her and she's still alive," Danta mutters, "I'll make sure she does." Statue or otherwise. Scowling at the sky, the Maverick is lost in his own thoughts for a long few moments, before a shoulder comes jostling against his own and he raises his eyebrows, glancing across at Asta. "I'm pretty sure the Climb is still our safehaven," he says, though the whisper of a smile is present on his face nonetheless.
"And who knows - maybe I'll get bored and burn this place to the ground eventually." His shrug is easy and his expression is sunny - such is the state of mind for a man like Danta, and now that he and Asta understand each other a little more, perhaps there might be some understanding behind the Maverick's chaotic motivations.
Soon enough the cart brings them onto a proper road, and Danta nudges the driver to get him to stop; they can probably manage the stroll to The Last Whisper from here.
"And who knows - maybe I'll get bored and burn this place to the ground eventually." His shrug is easy and his expression is sunny - such is the state of mind for a man like Danta, and now that he and Asta understand each other a little more, perhaps there might be some understanding behind the Maverick's chaotic motivations.
Soon enough the cart brings them onto a proper road, and Danta nudges the driver to get him to stop; they can probably manage the stroll to The Last Whisper from here.
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.
