// you've got a passion in those eyes //
Brows furrowing in confusion to feel Asta lean across him, Danta has a scolding ready on his tongue for the butcher not being more careful before he realises it's intentional, leaving him blinking up into honey dark eyes with murder on his mind and the words locked and loaded on his tongue.
The things he'd imagined would be considered hideous even by a man named the Butcher of Whitebrim, of that he's certain, and they range from the ironic to the emotional. Shaking his head gently, he realises that of all the things he might say, only one is entirely clear.
"I want to fight your battles for you," he says softly and quietly, even as images of dark wings and outstretched talons continue to dance behind his eyes. "And it's got nothing to do with being Theocrat of this place."
The things he'd imagined would be considered hideous even by a man named the Butcher of Whitebrim, of that he's certain, and they range from the ironic to the emotional. Shaking his head gently, he realises that of all the things he might say, only one is entirely clear.
"I want to fight your battles for you," he says softly and quietly, even as images of dark wings and outstretched talons continue to dance behind his eyes. "And it's got nothing to do with being Theocrat of this place."
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
