in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Danta, who knows nothing about Asta's shirts beyond feels good, looks good, want to take it off with my teeth, of course nonetheless offers a discerning nod, as if he can picture the exact garment in his mind's eye. Carefully placing the skeletal hand back in the box as they continue to talk, he takes a sip of his new drink and nods gentle agreement. It's a date, he might have said, but opts instead for, "I'll let you know when."
Charlie is wonderful, and Danta makes a mental note to go and see their resident priestess again very soon. "If you'd be so kind," he quips regarding the meal Asta had been able to procure with her, smirking and raising an eyebrow at the glitter the other man notices on his hand. "Oh no," Danta drawls, reaching up to brush the back of his hand across the scruff on Asta's cheek, depositing a good deal of glitter there too.
Charlie is wonderful, and Danta makes a mental note to go and see their resident priestess again very soon. "If you'd be so kind," he quips regarding the meal Asta had been able to procure with her, smirking and raising an eyebrow at the glitter the other man notices on his hand. "Oh no," Danta drawls, reaching up to brush the back of his hand across the scruff on Asta's cheek, depositing a good deal of glitter there too.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
