// light shines in the darkness //
The unceremonious bonk against the butcher's door might not be what Asta is expecting - but then Danta hadn't been expecting the thing to be fucking locked, had he?
The sound of his quiet cursing is audible even as the key clicks in the lock - sorry, Asta, but privacy from the Maverick is something you have long given up - and soon enough Danta is stepping inside, still dressed from his meeting with Maea and with ash on his fingertips and blood on his mind.
"Well, it's done," he grumbles, knocking the door shut behind him; only then does he glance up to find the gentleman monster himself sitting at his table with his horrific little designs on display, and Danta feels himself immediately ripple with tension and relax all at once. "I spoke to her," he clarifies.
Crossing the room and snatching up the butcher's whiskey, he empties the glass in a smooth movement and sets it down again, gazing at the designs over Asta's shoulder and raising an eyebrow. "Old cane not doing it for you these days?"
The sound of his quiet cursing is audible even as the key clicks in the lock - sorry, Asta, but privacy from the Maverick is something you have long given up - and soon enough Danta is stepping inside, still dressed from his meeting with Maea and with ash on his fingertips and blood on his mind.
"Well, it's done," he grumbles, knocking the door shut behind him; only then does he glance up to find the gentleman monster himself sitting at his table with his horrific little designs on display, and Danta feels himself immediately ripple with tension and relax all at once. "I spoke to her," he clarifies.
Crossing the room and snatching up the butcher's whiskey, he empties the glass in a smooth movement and sets it down again, gazing at the designs over Asta's shoulder and raising an eyebrow. "Old cane not doing it for you these days?"
Dantalion
// and the darkness will never understand it //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
