Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
Feeling all of a sudden as though he's about to become Dantalion rather than Danta, the Maverick is nevertheless still feeling like a lot bit of a shitbag, such that his smile as he gazes up at Asta is one of casual arrogance. "Releasing me would certainly be a mercy," he agrees, his own tail flicking this way and that, the spaded tip slapping against the scarlet water. "I'm not sure what else you could plan to do with me otherwise."
The butcher is not known to be merciful, after all. Stepping forward as best he can, bringing them almost chest to chest, Danta tilts his head until their lips are mere inches apart. "Then again, I really am a bit of a menace, aren't I?" As if to prove it, the Maverick attempts to shove off from the boulder and send them both careening back into the water, whether or not they can stay upright.
The butcher is not known to be merciful, after all. Stepping forward as best he can, bringing them almost chest to chest, Danta tilts his head until their lips are mere inches apart. "Then again, I really am a bit of a menace, aren't I?" As if to prove it, the Maverick attempts to shove off from the boulder and send them both careening back into the water, whether or not they can stay upright.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
