// there's shadows on the walls //
"Biting into a carrot is very similar to biting into a human finger, apparently," Danta quips as he tickles the downy feathers under Moira's chin, before lifting his eyes to smile darkly at the butcher across the desk. "But I'm sure you already knew that." Hence the enjoyment.
Reaching out to accept the glass of liquor and smoothly knocking back the glass as Asta rises to his feet, Moira is left looking up at him with beady eyes and her clawed feet tucked up ridiculously, not that she notices or cares a jot about such things. (She is Danta's companion, after all).
"It's strange," he admits, setting the glass back down and gesturing for a refill. "It's not something I've ever had before. It's just like this little extra presence in my head that isn't mine, but... it isn't not mine either, you know? I imagine it's similar to what the Attuned feel with their bond, but different at the same time." More intimate, somehow.
Reaching out to accept the glass of liquor and smoothly knocking back the glass as Asta rises to his feet, Moira is left looking up at him with beady eyes and her clawed feet tucked up ridiculously, not that she notices or cares a jot about such things. (She is Danta's companion, after all).
"It's strange," he admits, setting the glass back down and gesturing for a refill. "It's not something I've ever had before. It's just like this little extra presence in my head that isn't mine, but... it isn't not mine either, you know? I imagine it's similar to what the Attuned feel with their bond, but different at the same time." More intimate, somehow.
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
