electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"I know just the thing," Danta murmurs, already sounding a little sleepy even from this initial injection of warmth. The fire gets right to work, at least, and it's with rosy cheeks and a soft, almost serene smile on his lips that the Maverick lets his fingers thaw out and the rest of his body follow suit. Letting out a breath that feels like his first one all afternoon, he eventually straightens and withdraws his hands, just about resisting the urge to kick off his shoes and wiggle his toes in the embers. It's a close thing, though.
"Are you ready?" he asks, pulling his gloves back on and nestling into his (poorly applied, he sees that now) layers, along with the fur Asta has procured for him. At least it's only a quick walk down to the Last Whisper, and Danta has no intention of getting into any further snowball fights on the way.
"Are you ready?" he asks, pulling his gloves back on and nestling into his (poorly applied, he sees that now) layers, along with the fur Asta has procured for him. At least it's only a quick walk down to the Last Whisper, and Danta has no intention of getting into any further snowball fights on the way.
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.
