electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"Not even a live cactus?" Danta snorts into his wine. "Listen, I'll admit to collecting some trash, but I think I can do better than a wrinkled cactus." Grinning, he soon finishes his first cup and reaches out to refill his glass, clearly keen to be warmed both inside and out. "I'll have some delivered to your room throughout Deepfrost," he says with a smirk, reaching out with his free hand to let his fingers tease through the flames when Asta leans down to speak a secret into the shared space.
"Mm, did you?" he asks, as gossipy as any old woman at her bridge club. "Maea is a good soul, but she does get herself into some interesting situations," he continues, as if he, the Maverick, did not just risk turning to stone because he had a snowball fight with a few teenagers. "What did you talk about?"
"Mm, did you?" he asks, as gossipy as any old woman at her bridge club. "Maea is a good soul, but she does get herself into some interesting situations," he continues, as if he, the Maverick, did not just risk turning to stone because he had a snowball fight with a few teenagers. "What did you talk about?"
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.
