// light shines in the darkness //
"Mm, it really was," Danta recalls, both arms looped loosely around Astaroth to play through the back of his dark hair as if considering working a braid into it as they speak. "I grew up there, so I guess it didn't really affect me. But when I woke up after we slept for so long, suddenly it was all so quiet. It felt deafening." He'd hated it for a long while, and even now it explains his enjoyment of the noise and bustle of the more public spaces.
"Oh, you didn't? That explains why you were such a delight from day one," he adds with a smirk, glancing down toward Asta. "Still, better than the alternative, right?" What is the noise of The Climb compared to the shrieking of gore crows, to being bound and left out in the heat to be eaten alive?
"Oh, you didn't? That explains why you were such a delight from day one," he adds with a smirk, glancing down toward Asta. "Still, better than the alternative, right?" What is the noise of The Climb compared to the shrieking of gore crows, to being bound and left out in the heat to be eaten alive?
Dantalion
// and the darkness will never understand it //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
