electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
Danta can also imagine the sort of influence Charlie would have over a space like this. He envisions plush furs, firepits, banners - maybe even an A-board with a schedule of activities on it, if he's being honest. Still smiling at the notion, the Maverick glances up just as Asta appears, and he barks out a laugh to hear the other man's opinion of his brand new nickname. "It's even worse if you imagine it with a lisp." He grins.
Dropping his gaze to the sigil and raising an eyebrow to feel the other man's shoulder bump against his own, Danta grin melts into a soft, dark smile as he realises what Asta is getting at. "It won't, will it?" he echoes, accepting the knife and shifting, at first, to chip a jagged, diagonal line through the sigil to get rid of it.
Once done, he slips from the pew so he can kneel before it and concentrate, brow furrowed thoughtfully as he chips away at the gemstone to form his name. Not his full name, either. Just Danta.
"There."
Dropping his gaze to the sigil and raising an eyebrow to feel the other man's shoulder bump against his own, Danta grin melts into a soft, dark smile as he realises what Asta is getting at. "It won't, will it?" he echoes, accepting the knife and shifting, at first, to chip a jagged, diagonal line through the sigil to get rid of it.
Once done, he slips from the pew so he can kneel before it and concentrate, brow furrowed thoughtfully as he chips away at the gemstone to form his name. Not his full name, either. Just Danta.
"There."
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.
