electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"Mm, quite thankful," Danta agrees with a smile, and if Asta hears him mutter, "Thtroth," under his breath, well, no he didn't. Either way, the Maverick is soon busy with his own version of arts and crafts, and he doesn't expect to feel as light as he does to see his own name staring back at him from the pew. Smiling over his shoulder at Asta and handing the knife back to him, he offers a brief touch to the other man's hand before rising to his feet once more.
"Oh, probably," he drawls of the sigils, wrinkling his nose and gesturing all around the cathedral. "Not just here, either - probably all over the Burrows, somewhere." Unless time and rock and magma had wiped them away. Danta would hardly be disappointed if they didn't. "This is the only one I care about today, though."
And it's not so much the ruining of the sigil that mean the most - it's the addition of himself to the tapestry of the Climb's history.
"Come on," he suggests. "Let's head back to the skyship, before anything feathery comes to say hello."
"Oh, probably," he drawls of the sigils, wrinkling his nose and gesturing all around the cathedral. "Not just here, either - probably all over the Burrows, somewhere." Unless time and rock and magma had wiped them away. Danta would hardly be disappointed if they didn't. "This is the only one I care about today, though."
And it's not so much the ruining of the sigil that mean the most - it's the addition of himself to the tapestry of the Climb's history.
"Come on," he suggests. "Let's head back to the skyship, before anything feathery comes to say hello."
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.
