// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
Danta is absolutely okay, not that Asta has a chance to ask as much, the Maverick too focused on the man slouched back against him to even consider himself in the equation. His arms tighten around the butcher as he feels him respond in kind, Danta simultaneously trying to kiss the other man and also lean into the fingers in his fair hair. Multitasking evidently isn't his strong suit, and it's with a soft and apologetic laugh that he finally parts from Asta, turning his head to nip gently at the inside of his wrist.
"I think our magician's show is ending," he says quietly, nodding out into the night where the last colourful whirls of magic are beginning to fade, promptly a muffled applause through the glass. Danta might have joined in if his hands weren't perfectly content in their current position. "Here," he murmurs, shifting enough to produce the vial of the sedative he'd grabbed from the drawer. "Before I kiss you again and forget. Wouldn't want the evening to take a nosedive, mm?" Not when it's just beginning to (sort of) look up.
"I think our magician's show is ending," he says quietly, nodding out into the night where the last colourful whirls of magic are beginning to fade, promptly a muffled applause through the glass. Danta might have joined in if his hands weren't perfectly content in their current position. "Here," he murmurs, shifting enough to produce the vial of the sedative he'd grabbed from the drawer. "Before I kiss you again and forget. Wouldn't want the evening to take a nosedive, mm?" Not when it's just beginning to (sort of) look up.
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
