// light shines in the darkness //
Happily sprawled against the pillows of Asta's bed, Danta is as decadently comfortable as he'll ever be, and so there's little protest from him as the butcher tries to reorient himself, though confusion does flicker across his face. The arm that had been looped about the other man's shoulders slips away to brush across his cheek, brows furrowed as he waits for the sudden and vibrating awkwardness that emanates from the butcher to make sense.
And when Asta speaks, it sort of pieces together, though Danta can't say he understands it entirely. Even so, who is he to deny the other man anything, especially these days? So he nods, considering what to say as if merely blurting out the name isn't enough, before finally settling on something. "Alright," he murmurs. "For surviving those few first days in The Climb, and for stepping aside so Astaroth could take over, thank you, Ferox."
He raises his eyebrows at the butcher. "How's that?"
And when Asta speaks, it sort of pieces together, though Danta can't say he understands it entirely. Even so, who is he to deny the other man anything, especially these days? So he nods, considering what to say as if merely blurting out the name isn't enough, before finally settling on something. "Alright," he murmurs. "For surviving those few first days in The Climb, and for stepping aside so Astaroth could take over, thank you, Ferox."
He raises his eyebrows at the butcher. "How's that?"
Dantalion
// and the darkness will never understand it //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
