in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"A mask," Danta corrects with a lopsided smile that absolutely betrays the fact that the semantics don't mean a damn thing. "How else are you supposed to look appropriately intimidating while you're patrolling the Dusklight?" Shrugging his shoulders and tilting his head into the touch to his cheek, Danta lets his hand drop and allows the butcher to go and change.
Whilst he's gone, of course he gushes over the work the tailor has done so far - the shirt is ready to go by the time Asta returns, and the leather pants are exactly as tight as the Maverick envisioned, something that is all too clear in the broad, fanged smile he shoots the other man. "Listen, you need to be a little adventurous," he chastises him, holding up the shirt to help him into it.
From the front it looks just as crisp and perfect and formal as anything the butcher might normally wear. The back, however; given that most of it is missing, it mainly gives a peek at the brutal scarring covering Asta's body, both warning and evidence of the other man's history.
Whilst he's gone, of course he gushes over the work the tailor has done so far - the shirt is ready to go by the time Asta returns, and the leather pants are exactly as tight as the Maverick envisioned, something that is all too clear in the broad, fanged smile he shoots the other man. "Listen, you need to be a little adventurous," he chastises him, holding up the shirt to help him into it.
From the front it looks just as crisp and perfect and formal as anything the butcher might normally wear. The back, however; given that most of it is missing, it mainly gives a peek at the brutal scarring covering Asta's body, both warning and evidence of the other man's history.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
