electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"You know, that is exactly what I was thinking," Danta croons his agreement as they saunter through the glossy black expanse of the obsidian cathedral. "You should keep it a secret from her for as long as you can. Just stand back when you tell her," he advises with a smirk. Whether because Charlie sets off fireworks as part of her celebratory glee or because she literally tries to climb the butcher... well, Asta can surely see that either is possible.
Rolling his shoulders and basking in the warmth of home, as Asta makes a beeline for the offering bowl, the Maverick contents himself for a few minutes by strolling through the pews, fingers dancing across a few of them as if feeling for old graffiti, or names long gone.
"Go on then," he announces once his curiosity has been sated, and he nods at the other man. "Are you going to tell me what's in the bag, or am I going to have to start guessing?"
Rolling his shoulders and basking in the warmth of home, as Asta makes a beeline for the offering bowl, the Maverick contents himself for a few minutes by strolling through the pews, fingers dancing across a few of them as if feeling for old graffiti, or names long gone.
"Go on then," he announces once his curiosity has been sated, and he nods at the other man. "Are you going to tell me what's in the bag, or am I going to have to start guessing?"
Dantalion
you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you
with every step that I ran to you
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
