in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Then it sounds as if she should be fighting the void, not Dahlia in the middle of a room with only one fucking exit," Danta snips, scowling at the mess he's made, though of course none of it is personal towards Asta. Rolling his shoulders as if it will disperse the tension there, the Maverick wonders whether Charlie will be able to arrange some violent sex-blood-moon-hunt-thing for him to take his anger out on before the season is through. It's worth asking, at least.
As Asta reaches out to fuss him and receives only a coating of glitter for his trouble, that at least does earn a snort of laughter, Danta raising his eyebrows at the other man as if to say serves you right. Letting his shoulders sag a bit, he rubs at his eyes and shrugs. "Ah, that shit doesn't bother me so much," he admits. People can think what they like, so long as they respect reality when it counts.
"Just brought a lot of shit back up I'd rather not be thinking about, that's all."
As Asta reaches out to fuss him and receives only a coating of glitter for his trouble, that at least does earn a snort of laughter, Danta raising his eyebrows at the other man as if to say serves you right. Letting his shoulders sag a bit, he rubs at his eyes and shrugs. "Ah, that shit doesn't bother me so much," he admits. People can think what they like, so long as they respect reality when it counts.
"Just brought a lot of shit back up I'd rather not be thinking about, that's all."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
