electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"Oh I bet," Danta croons, gladly taking the other man's arm so they can hurry away to the warmth of the Dusklight. And gods is it a sight for sore eyes when they do arrive, Danta already shedding layers on the way to the bar. A patron here gets one of his scarves, another gets a glove (or two if they're lucky), and by the time he reaches the counter he's left in his usual coat and the boa that Asta has given him.
He receives a couple of bottles of hot mulled wine, recently poured, as well as two glasses, and is already taking them away, trusting his tall shadow to still be on his heels. "We were only out for an hour or two, weren't we?" he's complaining; instead of going to Astaroth's door, the Maverick instead moves past it and down a small corridor to a staircase.
"My fireplace is bigger," he explains, in case Asta is wondering, heading up the stairs to a door at the top.
He receives a couple of bottles of hot mulled wine, recently poured, as well as two glasses, and is already taking them away, trusting his tall shadow to still be on his heels. "We were only out for an hour or two, weren't we?" he's complaining; instead of going to Astaroth's door, the Maverick instead moves past it and down a small corridor to a staircase.
"My fireplace is bigger," he explains, in case Asta is wondering, heading up the stairs to a door at the top.
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.
