Dantalion
but you can't be free
Nudging the other man back, Danta spies the bag that Asta puts down and raises an eyebrow questioningly as if only realising for the first time that the other man has been lugging things around with them. "Going to write poetry about Flowerbirth?" he asks with a bounce of his eyebrows, fully expecting Asta to produce a journal and a quill or something equally as quaint.
As for the Black Lake, it might be dramatic but Danta still nods his vehement agreement. "The sooner we get that new shrine up, the better," he agrees with a lopsided smile in the other man's direction. "And it's definitely their loss, especially these days." What had once been a very hollow place indeed is now filled with warmth and chaos and life. Scoffing out a laugh, on that note, Danta can't help but point.
"You can even see our bonfire, look."
As for the Black Lake, it might be dramatic but Danta still nods his vehement agreement. "The sooner we get that new shrine up, the better," he agrees with a lopsided smile in the other man's direction. "And it's definitely their loss, especially these days." What had once been a very hollow place indeed is now filled with warmth and chaos and life. Scoffing out a laugh, on that note, Danta can't help but point.
"You can even see our bonfire, look."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
