all you have is your fire
and the place you need to reach
and the place you need to reach
"I'd rather hope so, at this point," Danta says with a wry smile; even before this strange new world where they've found themselves as friends (and then some), the Maverick had known a startling amount about the Astaroth of old, given how quick they were to fight and torment one another. It came with the territory, he supposes, but it doesn't make it any less amusing now that he's not using the information to be a thorn in Asta's side.
Tucked in against the other man's side, Danta relaxes bonelessly enough, shifting to let a leg stretch across Asta's lap as he takes a long sip of tea. "Room service buttons? Or perhaps a rope attached to a bell behind the bar?" He grins, tilting his head to let it rest against the butcher's shoulder. "That's far from a bad idea. I'll get to work on it first thing in the morning," he vows, lifting his cup back to his lips even as he watches the fire with heavy eyes.
"...You're sure you're alright?" he finds himself saying, craving the reassurance in a way he's never needed previously.
Tucked in against the other man's side, Danta relaxes bonelessly enough, shifting to let a leg stretch across Asta's lap as he takes a long sip of tea. "Room service buttons? Or perhaps a rope attached to a bell behind the bar?" He grins, tilting his head to let it rest against the butcher's shoulder. "That's far from a bad idea. I'll get to work on it first thing in the morning," he vows, lifting his cup back to his lips even as he watches the fire with heavy eyes.
"...You're sure you're alright?" he finds himself saying, craving the reassurance in a way he's never needed previously.
Dantalion
don't you ever tame your demons
but always keep them on a leash
but always keep them on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
