Dantalion
but you can't be free
"Oh, yeah? How many mansions have you lived in?" Danta quips back, raising his eyebrows at the other man's apparently strong opinion about his living preferences. (In truth the Maverick really has no idea, having lived only in a superheated hovel in The Climb and the Dusklight here in the Grounds). Having to take a second to actually look where he's going based on the waterlogged grass beneath them, Danta does straighten up eventually, and they work dilligently towards the top of the rise.
"Chaotic," he confirms. "I can't decide if you'd have loved or hated it, honestly. Maybe there'll be another soon, and you can find out." The chaos might suit Asta's tastes entirely, but surrendering control? That Danta isn't so sure about.
Either way, the shoulder brushing against his own and the hand drawing him to a halt are enough to put his attention front and centre, where a very violet looking tangleweed seems to be running rampant. "Wow, I hate it." He scoffs. "Let's kill it."
"Chaotic," he confirms. "I can't decide if you'd have loved or hated it, honestly. Maybe there'll be another soon, and you can find out." The chaos might suit Asta's tastes entirely, but surrendering control? That Danta isn't so sure about.
Either way, the shoulder brushing against his own and the hand drawing him to a halt are enough to put his attention front and centre, where a very violet looking tangleweed seems to be running rampant. "Wow, I hate it." He scoffs. "Let's kill it."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
