in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Careful, you're drooling," Danta purrs to the taller man with a knowing smirk, though it's unclear whether he's referring to the talk of meat or the beguiling blonde between them. Luckily for Asta, perhaps, the idea of a GHOST MOON ORGY has his focus turning right back around, and gods but if Danta doesn't want to pick her brains to find out more, because whilst it doesn't sound unlike their version of The Climb way back when, this does seem much more grand and elaborate.
"Quite a welcome back," he agrees, smirking. "I'm Danta - this tall streak of shadow is Asta. I'm afraid to say our home region is somewhat abandoned these days - times have changed." But don't they always, as is Dygra's intention? "Not that you look it, but I have a feeling that you've been encased in stone for even longer than we were." Gods, but there's a lot to explain, and he's relatively shit at it.
"Quite a welcome back," he agrees, smirking. "I'm Danta - this tall streak of shadow is Asta. I'm afraid to say our home region is somewhat abandoned these days - times have changed." But don't they always, as is Dygra's intention? "Not that you look it, but I have a feeling that you've been encased in stone for even longer than we were." Gods, but there's a lot to explain, and he's relatively shit at it.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
