idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
Softening at the compliment like a cat on a wall that someone has stopped to pet, Danta's fanged smile is one of indulgence and pride. "I thought so too," he croons to Asta - only for the butcher to cozy up and ask him to shift a heavy looking fucking desk.
Sighing heavily as if he's only just realised that this is the calibre of work he's signed up for, the Maverick cracks his knuckles and nods. (And he doesn't nudge Astaroth back, for which the other man should be grateful right now). "Alright, how hard could it be?" he says, pushing up his sleeves.
"Just say when," Danta adds, grasping the other edge of the desk and counting them to three before he starts to shove it into its assigned space.
Danta heave ho's!
Sighing heavily as if he's only just realised that this is the calibre of work he's signed up for, the Maverick cracks his knuckles and nods. (And he doesn't nudge Astaroth back, for which the other man should be grateful right now). "Alright, how hard could it be?" he says, pushing up his sleeves.
"Just say when," Danta adds, grasping the other edge of the desk and counting them to three before he starts to shove it into its assigned space.
Danta heave ho's!
Dantalion
I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door
just to sit outside your door
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
