// you've got a passion in those eyes //
"Joke's on you Asta - no one would take pity on you, they'd just stare at you through the keyhole," Danta quips with a smirk, surrendering the clothes to the other man so he can stubbornly go about dressing himself (halfway at least). Slumping down on the bed beside him and pushing some of the pieces of parchment towards the butcher along with one of the pencils, Danta shrugs his shoulders and is already beginning to scrawl.
There are a lot of awful things that the Maverick wants to do but either can't or won't, more than will likely fit on one bit of parchment, but still, he writes until there's no room left, and it's surprisingly easy to fill the space with words. Things he'd do if he could indulge his bloodlust the way he used to; revenge he'd take on behalf of himself and Asta both, ways he'd take out his anger on the land and people around them.
In the end, though, it's all folded into a clumsy shape that almost looks like a vegetable, and Danta tosses it into the fire. "Broccoli," he clarifies. "I don't like broccoli."
There are a lot of awful things that the Maverick wants to do but either can't or won't, more than will likely fit on one bit of parchment, but still, he writes until there's no room left, and it's surprisingly easy to fill the space with words. Things he'd do if he could indulge his bloodlust the way he used to; revenge he'd take on behalf of himself and Asta both, ways he'd take out his anger on the land and people around them.
In the end, though, it's all folded into a clumsy shape that almost looks like a vegetable, and Danta tosses it into the fire. "Broccoli," he clarifies. "I don't like broccoli."
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
