in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"No? We're clearly not looking at the same reflection," Danta purrs; then again, he knows Asta is likely used to his own brand of intimidating, such that he might not consider the overall image he's starting to give off; sleek, deadly and taking no prisoners. It's enough to have Danta's mouth watering, in truth, and it's only the tailor calling him over that forces him to tear his eyes away from the other man.
"You have outdone yourself," he croons to the tailor, accepting the mask between gleeful fingers. "You'll be receiving a lot of business from me at the Dusklight, I can assure you." Enough that he'll likely need to consider taking on an apprentice or two.
Returning to the podium, he tilts his head at Asta as if to ask for permission before he steps forward to slip arms around him, fixing leather and buckles expertly in place until his nose and mouth (and those sharp, sharp teeth) are hidden behind a wall of black leather. "Perfect," he informs him, his tone one of dark satisfaction as he steps aside.
"You have outdone yourself," he croons to the tailor, accepting the mask between gleeful fingers. "You'll be receiving a lot of business from me at the Dusklight, I can assure you." Enough that he'll likely need to consider taking on an apprentice or two.
Returning to the podium, he tilts his head at Asta as if to ask for permission before he steps forward to slip arms around him, fixing leather and buckles expertly in place until his nose and mouth (and those sharp, sharp teeth) are hidden behind a wall of black leather. "Perfect," he informs him, his tone one of dark satisfaction as he steps aside.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
