electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"I'm not so sure it counts as a hoard yet," Danta says through a laugh, setting down the bottles and glasses so he can shrug out of his own coat. "But it's getting there."
While Astaroth heads to the fire and gets comfortable, Danta hangs his coat on an actual dressmaker's mannequin, and trades out his clothes for something more comfortable. By the time he's at the taller man's side, he's barefoot in a pair of sweatpants that hang low on his hips and an oversized cableknit sweater.
"To winning every snowball fight we've ever had," he toasts, pouring them both a glass of mulled wine and offering his own out to clink against Asta's. Alright, so they've only ever had one snowball fight as a team, but they won it, so... fuck them kids, amirite.
While Astaroth heads to the fire and gets comfortable, Danta hangs his coat on an actual dressmaker's mannequin, and trades out his clothes for something more comfortable. By the time he's at the taller man's side, he's barefoot in a pair of sweatpants that hang low on his hips and an oversized cableknit sweater.
"To winning every snowball fight we've ever had," he toasts, pouring them both a glass of mulled wine and offering his own out to clink against Asta's. Alright, so they've only ever had one snowball fight as a team, but they won it, so... fuck them kids, amirite.
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.
