in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"No? I fully expected a fight on my hands, in truth," Danta confesses, his gaze still on his bloody sleeve, so he's oblivious to whatever mischief is running through Asta's mind and spilling out in his expression. "Noted, though." The muzzle on its own might not have been so bad - it was everything else that had tipped him headlong into chaos, and at least the Maverick has the decency to be able to admit it now.
Surprised to find the leather suddenly around his wrist, he nonetheless surrenders his hand to Asta's inspection, raising a curious brow as he glances from the Ancient to the crimson marks. "Well, I did tell you I was always hungry. That wasn't for show," he says with a roll of his shoulders; further evidence still stains his mouth and chin and neck, after all. "And sore already? What happened to that high pain threshold?"
Surprised to find the leather suddenly around his wrist, he nonetheless surrenders his hand to Asta's inspection, raising a curious brow as he glances from the Ancient to the crimson marks. "Well, I did tell you I was always hungry. That wasn't for show," he says with a roll of his shoulders; further evidence still stains his mouth and chin and neck, after all. "And sore already? What happened to that high pain threshold?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
