// there's shadows on the walls //
"I was just..." He gestures vaguely around the corner to the wall he'd been leaning on. Just y'know... hangin' around. It would be funny if not for the past few minutes ringing around his head. Trying to keep his feet steady despite the snapdragon still crackling its rhythm through his veins and the alcohol fighting against it, Danta swallows hard and closes his eyes. Just an hour before he'd have burned The Hanged Man down to have this, he realises, to stand in the dark with the butcher's full attention, and now that he's got it, he's failing himself all over again.
Reaching out to let his fingers fuss at the exquisitely patterned buttons of the other man's shirt, it's with an almost defeated laugh that his eyes open, and he totters forward, all but melting against Asta's chest. "Everythin' Flora said about me was true," he mumbles, almost guilty in the admission. "Sorry."
Reaching out to let his fingers fuss at the exquisitely patterned buttons of the other man's shirt, it's with an almost defeated laugh that his eyes open, and he totters forward, all but melting against Asta's chest. "Everythin' Flora said about me was true," he mumbles, almost guilty in the admission. "Sorry."
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
