in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"You are very good at what you do," Danta purrs to the tailor, ready with as many compliments as the man needs to get his work done to its usual pristine standard, even as his hand continues to casually rest against one of Asta's hips. With the shirt ready for finishing touches, the Maverick all but beams as the tailor produces the leather, and he steps away if for no other reason than to inspect the cuts of it.
For the butcher's legs - because of course Danta plans to clad him in leather pants - he chooses something supple and matte, almost suede but dark as night. Easy to move in but tight and unforgiving enough that there won't be anywhere to hide, so to speak. And for that he trusts the tailor's judgement entirely, because what the Maverick is really interested requires leather just as soft, but a good deal sturdier.
And thus Asta will find Danta standing before him, all smiles with the tailor at his elbow as he reaches out to gently cup his jaw, intending on crafting a mask to cover his nose and mouth. Not a muzzle, not necessarily, but if it does the job all the same, who is he to complain?
For the butcher's legs - because of course Danta plans to clad him in leather pants - he chooses something supple and matte, almost suede but dark as night. Easy to move in but tight and unforgiving enough that there won't be anywhere to hide, so to speak. And for that he trusts the tailor's judgement entirely, because what the Maverick is really interested requires leather just as soft, but a good deal sturdier.
And thus Asta will find Danta standing before him, all smiles with the tailor at his elbow as he reaches out to gently cup his jaw, intending on crafting a mask to cover his nose and mouth. Not a muzzle, not necessarily, but if it does the job all the same, who is he to complain?
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
