Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
Humming something indulgent and incoherent as his stolen fire is used to burn even the slightest chill from his bones, Danta's skin is left pale and free of any lingering traces of the Mountain's Roar as Asta coaxes it across his chest. "Good to know," he purrs; in reality he doesn't care any longer if he counts, not when he'd had at least a year to run riot in The Climb with only a handful of other Ancients prowling about - and most of them had left almost right away. With Asta, though? Knowing he has a place standing at the butcher's side strikes a chord in him, and the Maverick clears his throat as if to stop the words from escaping.
"Oh, I see," he continues instead, injecting playfulness back into his tone and letting fire twist between his fingers to smooth them against Asta's cheek and up through his dark hair. "By that logic, then, you're quite the slut." The amusement is already threatening to twitch his lips into a helpless smile even before the words are completely out, and he does his best to keep his nerve. "And here I thought I knew you, Asta."
"Oh, I see," he continues instead, injecting playfulness back into his tone and letting fire twist between his fingers to smooth them against Asta's cheek and up through his dark hair. "By that logic, then, you're quite the slut." The amusement is already threatening to twitch his lips into a helpless smile even before the words are completely out, and he does his best to keep his nerve. "And here I thought I knew you, Asta."
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
