electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
Letting a hand flutter to his chest and feeling smug at the praise - obviously - Danta nonetheless gets over himself enough to wait for Asta's big reveal. And whatever else people have to say about the butcher at his side, Asta has a crafty and artistic streak a mile long; something the Maverick commits even further to memory at the sight of the heart nest. "A beautiful addition to the shrine," he says, bowing his head respectfully as the other man places it down.
"I prefer to keep my offerings simple." Reaching into his pocket, Danta pulls out some kindling brought from the Grounds, setting it down in the obsidian basin. Then, drawing the knife from his boot, he cuts a small but deep line across the back of his hand, squeezing a stream of dark blood atop the twigs and dry material. Only once that is done does he allow his fire magic to ignite it all, bathing them in the ruddy glow of flames and burning blood.
"Nothing beats the old ways, mm?"
"I prefer to keep my offerings simple." Reaching into his pocket, Danta pulls out some kindling brought from the Grounds, setting it down in the obsidian basin. Then, drawing the knife from his boot, he cuts a small but deep line across the back of his hand, squeezing a stream of dark blood atop the twigs and dry material. Only once that is done does he allow his fire magic to ignite it all, bathing them in the ruddy glow of flames and burning blood.
"Nothing beats the old ways, mm?"
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.
