in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Oohs and aahs are very much Danta's flavour, and he offers a full (and almost true) play-by-play to one of the patrons who catches him on his way upstairs, having given the actual antlers to one of the staff to take care of until he or his security can decide what's best to do with them. Once he's paid his dues to the Dusklight, only then does the Maverick head up to clean himself, too.
His own clothes are burned off rather than folded and discarded, the fire used to cleanse the blood and dirt from his hair and skin as well. And when he emerges to go and meet Asta once more, unlike their matching dark clothes at the Temple, now they are a study in opposites.
Danta approaches the butcher on boots with steel heels that tap out each footstep in rhythm, his pants tight and low on his hips and his shirt - if it can be called that - something sheer and mesh and crimson that hangs off one shoulder. "Fancy meeting you out here," he drawls, preening up at Asta and gesturing for him to lead the way with hands once more bedecked with rings.
His own clothes are burned off rather than folded and discarded, the fire used to cleanse the blood and dirt from his hair and skin as well. And when he emerges to go and meet Asta once more, unlike their matching dark clothes at the Temple, now they are a study in opposites.
Danta approaches the butcher on boots with steel heels that tap out each footstep in rhythm, his pants tight and low on his hips and his shirt - if it can be called that - something sheer and mesh and crimson that hangs off one shoulder. "Fancy meeting you out here," he drawls, preening up at Asta and gesturing for him to lead the way with hands once more bedecked with rings.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
