// you've got a passion in those eyes //
Having been thoroughly dazzled by the latest lightning display, Danta thinks he can actually see how the stuff is collected, though he might have been imagining the small, strange devices poking up from the ground at odd intervals. Still shading his eyes from the forks of electricity that blanket the clouds overhead, he's about to go over and investigate when the snap of a dry branch has his attention whipping instantly around.
Expecting some predator or stranger, his hypothetical hackles are already up by the time he's able to recognise Asta - though even by that point the other man is invading his space. "Hey, what ar--" Silenced as the breath is forced from his lungs from the weight of the butcher's embrace, Danta's arms fold around him automatically by this point, his brows furrowed with confusion.
What are you doing out here? suddenly seems like a secondary question, and the Maverick shifts only enough that he might speak. "We don't have to talk about it." he says, "Are you hurt, though?" AKA, do they need to be making their way to the Inner Quarter ASAP?
Expecting some predator or stranger, his hypothetical hackles are already up by the time he's able to recognise Asta - though even by that point the other man is invading his space. "Hey, what ar--" Silenced as the breath is forced from his lungs from the weight of the butcher's embrace, Danta's arms fold around him automatically by this point, his brows furrowed with confusion.
What are you doing out here? suddenly seems like a secondary question, and the Maverick shifts only enough that he might speak. "We don't have to talk about it." he says, "Are you hurt, though?" AKA, do they need to be making their way to the Inner Quarter ASAP?
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
