// you've got a passion in those eyes //
Narrowing his eyes a touch at that - he'd outright asked Maea to stay, and she'd agreed, only to be planning to fuck off for a bit after Longnight anyway? Not to mention the state she'd left Asta in, and that alone has Danta's jaw clenching hard enough that he thinks he can hear it creak. He jumps a little, in truth, as the gentle arm slips around him, and it's with an almost snarl of frustration that he turns to bury his nose into the butcher's dark crown of hair, the sharp tines of his horns be damned.
"It isn't..." Sighing deeply, he tries again. "It's not just about strength. This is..." This feels like how things were when I was in The Climb, he almost says, glaring petulantly at the lightning flashing outside. "I know what I want to do, I just... know it's not my decision, exactly." Regionally, sure. Banning Maea from the Dusklight, whatever. But on a personal level, no.
"It isn't..." Sighing deeply, he tries again. "It's not just about strength. This is..." This feels like how things were when I was in The Climb, he almost says, glaring petulantly at the lightning flashing outside. "I know what I want to do, I just... know it's not my decision, exactly." Regionally, sure. Banning Maea from the Dusklight, whatever. But on a personal level, no.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
