// there's shadows on the walls //
"Mm, it does," Danta agrees with a soft smile tinged with sadness as he gazes into the bowl of bone fragments and rings, before he sighs and sets it aside. "Good. It means I should be able to try and repair it." It's quietly spoken but nonetheless tinged with determination; this is his mistake, and he'll be the one to fix it, even if it doesn't come naturally to him.
Drifting across the room to stand before Asta, he reaches out to take over with the buttons of his vest and then his shirt, until the other man can simply shrug out of the garments. Unable to fold them quite as beautifully as the butcher, Danta does at least drape them over the back of a chair where they won't get wrinkled, before he slinks into bed himself.
"It will be Longnight soon," he remarks almost absently. "We'll have to prepare for that too, I imagine."
Drifting across the room to stand before Asta, he reaches out to take over with the buttons of his vest and then his shirt, until the other man can simply shrug out of the garments. Unable to fold them quite as beautifully as the butcher, Danta does at least drape them over the back of a chair where they won't get wrinkled, before he slinks into bed himself.
"It will be Longnight soon," he remarks almost absently. "We'll have to prepare for that too, I imagine."
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
