in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Holding his glass steady for Asta, he takes the second drink a little slower, Danta savouring the crisp, cold sweetness of it and cradling it in one hand. "Just a couple of well-adjusted guys fresh from The Climb, eh?" He scoffs, raising his glass to clink it against the other man's in a toast. Only after another sip does he properly notice the horror show of the side of Asta's neck - and remembers, belatedly, that he's also covered in his blood.
"Damn, I didn't fuck around," he mutters, reaching out and tugging his sleeve over one hand to carefully press it to the wound to help it clot. "Least I didn't take a chunk of you as a souvenir." Which, you know, small victories and all that.
Taking a second to drain his second glass - it's still slower than the first, fuck you - Danta sets his cup down and all but melts forward to let his head loll against Asta's shoulder. "I forfeit my coin toss," he decides, sounding tired. "I think you deserve at least that much."
"Damn, I didn't fuck around," he mutters, reaching out and tugging his sleeve over one hand to carefully press it to the wound to help it clot. "Least I didn't take a chunk of you as a souvenir." Which, you know, small victories and all that.
Taking a second to drain his second glass - it's still slower than the first, fuck you - Danta sets his cup down and all but melts forward to let his head loll against Asta's shoulder. "I forfeit my coin toss," he decides, sounding tired. "I think you deserve at least that much."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
