in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"I could be persuaded," Danta almost whispers, adrift in the heady scent of blood in the air and the way warm copper continues to soak into his clothes. In truth he could be persuaded to do most anything right now - any good Ancient knows that this sort of thing is the peak when it comes to satisfying bloodlust, and gods but even the Maverick's broken sense of hunger can glean some sense of satisfaction from it, however short-lived it might be.
Releasing Asta so he might feast as he pleases, Danta instead busies himself watching the dead man's face and idly rummaging in the body cavity he'd made, as if looking for the last pieces of popcorn at the bottom of the bag. "Mm," he agrees softly as he sits back with the butcher, his body utterly relaxed, his tail gently flicking its affection as the other man draws close.
And for a second he really does seem at peace, before a sudden darkness falls into his expression and he reaches out, seizing the dead man by the hair only to slam his skull back into the stone with a sickening crack. Apparently peace only provides space for fury to move in, and Danta huffs out a long sigh as he settles back again.
Releasing Asta so he might feast as he pleases, Danta instead busies himself watching the dead man's face and idly rummaging in the body cavity he'd made, as if looking for the last pieces of popcorn at the bottom of the bag. "Mm," he agrees softly as he sits back with the butcher, his body utterly relaxed, his tail gently flicking its affection as the other man draws close.
And for a second he really does seem at peace, before a sudden darkness falls into his expression and he reaches out, seizing the dead man by the hair only to slam his skull back into the stone with a sickening crack. Apparently peace only provides space for fury to move in, and Danta huffs out a long sigh as he settles back again.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
