I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
"And you are bleeding everywhere," Danta hisses, quickly tucking the knife away and trying to stem the flow of blood (unsuccessfully, he is not a healer and he doesn't have a bag of holding) with his bare hands, using the pressure of his palms to keep it from streaming down the other man's front. Clearly, failing isn't something that bothers him in the slightest, and if anything he's more annoyed about the butcher storming off and disappearing.
"So what?" He shrugs to the other man, his brow furrowed. "We're not in charge of the Oerwoud, and no one sent us out after that stupid thing. I sure as fuck didn't come out here looking for it." Honestly, as if. But he's more concerned about the deep lacerations that have opened on Asta's skin, hissing a curse under his breath and glancing over his shoulder as if wondering how far from civilisation they are.
"So what?" He shrugs to the other man, his brow furrowed. "We're not in charge of the Oerwoud, and no one sent us out after that stupid thing. I sure as fuck didn't come out here looking for it." Honestly, as if. But he's more concerned about the deep lacerations that have opened on Asta's skin, hissing a curse under his breath and glancing over his shoulder as if wondering how far from civilisation they are.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
