electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"Mm, next Deepfrost I'm not going out unless it's back to Torchline, or to The Climb," Danta decides, happy to let Asta lead the way while he focuses on being irritable and keeping one foot in front of the other, leaning against the other Ancient as they walk. His shivering is a good sign at least, though truth be told Danta has never really been cold enough to start turning to stone, so it's not as though he knows what to look out for.
Finally, at least, they are close enough to the bonfire that he straightens up and away from his fellow Ancient, rolling his shoulder and hurrying forward. "You and me both," he mutters. "Let's get done here and go back home." Yanking off his gloves with clumsy fingers (fingers that are a startling shade of grey-black, he might add) and shoving up his sleeves to the elbow, as soon as the flames are within reach, Danta plunges his hands into them, basking in the warmth.
Finally, at least, they are close enough to the bonfire that he straightens up and away from his fellow Ancient, rolling his shoulder and hurrying forward. "You and me both," he mutters. "Let's get done here and go back home." Yanking off his gloves with clumsy fingers (fingers that are a startling shade of grey-black, he might add) and shoving up his sleeves to the elbow, as soon as the flames are within reach, Danta plunges his hands into them, basking in the warmth.
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.
