in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
The chaotic spill of pens onto the ground does draw something of a satisfied smile to Danta's lips, but by this point the need to shift, to spread great dark wings and spy on the world from on high is almost overwhelming. And blessedly the butcher understands, Danta inclining his head to him as the other man rises to his feet. "Don't do anything I wouldn't," he offers softly in response, eyes closing at the brief touch between them, before Asta draws away again.
He waits until he's gone, at least, before exiting the office himself and shrugging into a coat that doesn't belong to him. It's just something to keep the cold off, Danta soon slipping out into The Last Whisper and waiting - impatiently, but waiting - until he's clear of it until he trades long legs for great, dark wings.
And whilst Asta might not consider the prey of corvids particularly fun, the Maverick has a delightful time engaging in his instincts, picking apart mice and smaller birds and even snatching up a squirrel or two on the wing. It means, when he returns an hour or so later, that he's still remarkably clean of blood other than a few speckles on his cheek and against his knuckles, and the cold all but rolls off him as he re-enters the Dusklight in search of a warm drink and a familiar face.
He waits until he's gone, at least, before exiting the office himself and shrugging into a coat that doesn't belong to him. It's just something to keep the cold off, Danta soon slipping out into The Last Whisper and waiting - impatiently, but waiting - until he's clear of it until he trades long legs for great, dark wings.
And whilst Asta might not consider the prey of corvids particularly fun, the Maverick has a delightful time engaging in his instincts, picking apart mice and smaller birds and even snatching up a squirrel or two on the wing. It means, when he returns an hour or so later, that he's still remarkably clean of blood other than a few speckles on his cheek and against his knuckles, and the cold all but rolls off him as he re-enters the Dusklight in search of a warm drink and a familiar face.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
