in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Yeah? Need what?" Danta quips, laughing and closing his eyes against the casual touch and affection their share, before turning promptly back to the tray of food and the booze as if to catch himself before he notices what he's done. "You sound like me after that Midwinter Ball," he scoffs, grinning back over his shoulder at Asta and folding a slice of bread around some cherry preserves.
"You have been good, though," he agrees. "When you aren't covering me with bruises or gallivanting off into the world for days at a time." Tipping the other man a wink and taking a quick bite of his sort-of-sandwich, Danta lets out a content sigh through his nose. "Now that the portal to The Climb is up, maybe you can go haunt it like you used to. There are a few travellers who go there nowadays, so I've heard."
"You have been good, though," he agrees. "When you aren't covering me with bruises or gallivanting off into the world for days at a time." Tipping the other man a wink and taking a quick bite of his sort-of-sandwich, Danta lets out a content sigh through his nose. "Now that the portal to The Climb is up, maybe you can go haunt it like you used to. There are a few travellers who go there nowadays, so I've heard."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
