in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Danta doesn't expect the butcher's words to hit the way they do. His breath halts in his chest, in fact, and he has to turn his head full to the breeze to force an exhale and to keep his expression from betraying him, though he can hardly make sense of it himself. Forcing something like neutral curiosity, he clears his throat and nods back to the other man as they approach the nearest bridge, bleached and stark on the otherwise green and fragrant landscape. "I didn't realise you felt that way about her," he says. "Good for you."
Shoving his hands deeply into his pockets as if to keep them from causing mischief, Danta steps up onto the bridge with his tail swishing low at his heels. "I am hardly one to provide dating advice," he continues, glancing over his shoulder to appear casual about it all, just in time for the breeze to blow Asta's dark hair off his neck, revealing an even darker tell-tale mark that the Maverick pointedly did not put there himself.
"Perhaps Charlie will be able to give you some ideas?"
Shoving his hands deeply into his pockets as if to keep them from causing mischief, Danta steps up onto the bridge with his tail swishing low at his heels. "I am hardly one to provide dating advice," he continues, glancing over his shoulder to appear casual about it all, just in time for the breeze to blow Asta's dark hair off his neck, revealing an even darker tell-tale mark that the Maverick pointedly did not put there himself.
"Perhaps Charlie will be able to give you some ideas?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
