Dantalion
but you can't be free
"Oho, that's very good news to hear on vacation," Danta purrs, and as if it's a reward for such a thing, his fingers scritch indulgently against Asta's scalp and through his dark hair, not unlike how one might give affection to a well-behaved dog. "I'm more than happy to join the shrine building party, of course," he adds, voluntold or otherwise; it would be his pleasure, in fact, to take part in the finishing touches of their new altar to Dygra.
Promptly jostled back astride the butcher as he leans to try and sneak a peek at that sharp smile, Danta's laughter sounds almost foreign even to his own ears - it's an unexpectedly carefree sound out here on the Torchline beaches, and gods, has it really been that long since things felt easy?
Dutifully returning to his fuss and smoothing his hands back down towards Asta's shoulders as if to test for any stiffness in the muscles or knots he's missed, the Maverick's fingers stutter automatically to hear the butcher's words hit the air. Smiling despite himself, this time Danta shifts himself forward; just enough to be able to nose against the back of the other man's neck. "And don't you ever forget it," he mutters.
Promptly jostled back astride the butcher as he leans to try and sneak a peek at that sharp smile, Danta's laughter sounds almost foreign even to his own ears - it's an unexpectedly carefree sound out here on the Torchline beaches, and gods, has it really been that long since things felt easy?
Dutifully returning to his fuss and smoothing his hands back down towards Asta's shoulders as if to test for any stiffness in the muscles or knots he's missed, the Maverick's fingers stutter automatically to hear the butcher's words hit the air. Smiling despite himself, this time Danta shifts himself forward; just enough to be able to nose against the back of the other man's neck. "And don't you ever forget it," he mutters.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
