my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake
"A habit of sneaking up on me to beat me up?" Danta tilts his head at Maea, grinning (not that it had happened at all like that today). "How ever could I say no to something like that?"
Returning to his place before the fire and adjusting his sweater and gloves so he might reach out to warm his hands without catching alight, at least the movement and the adrenaline has chased away whatever chill was beginning to settle in his bones. Now, limbered up and feeling pleased with himself, Danta soaks up all the heat the fire has to offer.
"Oh, hush. You do yourself a disservice," he drawls, of Maea's worries about being their defence, whether it's first or last. "A lot of us aren't long woken up." Meaning himself and Asta, anyway. "We're still getting back on our feet. It's good to have someone around who knows how to throw a punch - and take one too."
Or a kick, as it may be.
Returning to his place before the fire and adjusting his sweater and gloves so he might reach out to warm his hands without catching alight, at least the movement and the adrenaline has chased away whatever chill was beginning to settle in his bones. Now, limbered up and feeling pleased with himself, Danta soaks up all the heat the fire has to offer.
"Oh, hush. You do yourself a disservice," he drawls, of Maea's worries about being their defence, whether it's first or last. "A lot of us aren't long woken up." Meaning himself and Asta, anyway. "We're still getting back on our feet. It's good to have someone around who knows how to throw a punch - and take one too."
Or a kick, as it may be.
the maverick
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
