// you've got a passion in those eyes //
"That's what I thought too," Danta says of the bottles, nodding out through the flames to where he'd been initially trying to spy all that had been happening when the lightning struck the ground. "I think there are containers out there to catch the stuff, but I wasn't able to get a good look before..." He gestures around them with one hand; the tree, the fire, Astaroth's arrival.
"Me? Never better," he assures the butcher, reaching up to smooth the wrinkles from his shirt (not that he'll be even remotely successful given how long the other man has been walking). "I thought you'd gone to Jack Tar," he adds belatedly, raising an eyebrow up at him. "There are carts that would be more than happy to bring you back to the Inner Quarter, you know."
He's pretty sure Asta does know, in fact, which means the taller Ancient has chosen not to take that more comfortable option for a reason. A reason that probably has everything to do with the look in his eyes.
"Me? Never better," he assures the butcher, reaching up to smooth the wrinkles from his shirt (not that he'll be even remotely successful given how long the other man has been walking). "I thought you'd gone to Jack Tar," he adds belatedly, raising an eyebrow up at him. "There are carts that would be more than happy to bring you back to the Inner Quarter, you know."
He's pretty sure Asta does know, in fact, which means the taller Ancient has chosen not to take that more comfortable option for a reason. A reason that probably has everything to do with the look in his eyes.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
