Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
"I wouldn't lie about something like this," Danta says with a bounce of his eyebrows at the taller man, his gaze bright with a mix of mischief and excitement for this latest addition to the Grounds. In other words, yes, truly. "We could indeed. We could kill, maim, fight, and anything that happens to us is wiped clean as soon as we step - or are dragged - back out of the room." He's never seen it done, never even imagined it could be done, in truth, and that they're working to make it a reality has something close to dark laughter clenching in his chest.
Bumping his shoulder companionably back against Asta's as they walk, his eyes stray every now and then to the patterns embroidered into the suspenders the other man wears, to his somewhat dressed-down appearance (though to anyone else, he'd naturally still be considered overdressed for anything but a formal dinner), and it's only as his question hits the air that Danta realises why. "You want to go swimming, in a blood filled waterfall?" He inquires with a tilt of his head, his fanged grin slowly spreading across his face.
"Obviously that sounds like a fine idea," he drawls, almost ashamed that he hadn't thought of it to begin with. Ducking under an outcrop of rock and turning a corner in the Burrows to hear a telltale rush of water, Danta picks up his pace that they might soon come upon the Mountain's Roar again. The place always makes him want to scream at the top of his lungs, if for no other reason than the sound would be entirely swallowed by the drum of water into the pools below.
Inhaling the rusty scent of blood on the air and following it in the same way one might trail into a bakery after the scent of freshly baked bread, Danta's long, bejewelled fingers dance along the dark rock walls. "Is that what you've got in your satchel? Your bikini?" he wonders teasingly.
Bumping his shoulder companionably back against Asta's as they walk, his eyes stray every now and then to the patterns embroidered into the suspenders the other man wears, to his somewhat dressed-down appearance (though to anyone else, he'd naturally still be considered overdressed for anything but a formal dinner), and it's only as his question hits the air that Danta realises why. "You want to go swimming, in a blood filled waterfall?" He inquires with a tilt of his head, his fanged grin slowly spreading across his face.
"Obviously that sounds like a fine idea," he drawls, almost ashamed that he hadn't thought of it to begin with. Ducking under an outcrop of rock and turning a corner in the Burrows to hear a telltale rush of water, Danta picks up his pace that they might soon come upon the Mountain's Roar again. The place always makes him want to scream at the top of his lungs, if for no other reason than the sound would be entirely swallowed by the drum of water into the pools below.
Inhaling the rusty scent of blood on the air and following it in the same way one might trail into a bakery after the scent of freshly baked bread, Danta's long, bejewelled fingers dance along the dark rock walls. "Is that what you've got in your satchel? Your bikini?" he wonders teasingly.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
