in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Content to pour them a glass of whiskey to share and leaning back comfortably in the butcher's arms, Danta takes a long sip before handing it back to Asta. He focuses on a hunk of cheese and some honeycomb from the tray first - and the fact that even the sweet items haven't been touched is evidence enough for Danta that the other man's bloodlust is close to the surface. "I know that feeling," he says, of not being able to find the time - because Asta has been just as preoccupied by the events since Longnight as he has been, he realises.
"Go soon," he urges nonetheless, finishing off the snack he's made for himself and licking the honey from his fingers. "I haven't seen anything of Maea since that conversation I had with her in the Temple," he mutters, almost offhandedly, as if wondering if the pale Ancient had decided to leave the Grounds after all. "Have you?"
"Go soon," he urges nonetheless, finishing off the snack he's made for himself and licking the honey from his fingers. "I haven't seen anything of Maea since that conversation I had with her in the Temple," he mutters, almost offhandedly, as if wondering if the pale Ancient had decided to leave the Grounds after all. "Have you?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
