// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
The click of the door has Danta glancing up and over his shoulder, a smile automatically curling at the corners of his lips as he recognises the tall figure who steps into the room. Raising his free hand in a greeting, he leaves the butcher to potter around as he sees fit, only straightening a little as he senses him approach through the balcony doors. "Mm...? Oh, I had a minor disagreement with someone in Rae's Fingers," he informs him with a laugh, surrendering the cigarette and arching his back ever so slightly to feel long fingers walk the length of his spine.
"Nothing life threatening, I assure you." Though the still fresh laceration along the curve of his shoulder blade does look deep, as does the cut on his neck - opposite the blooming bruise in the shape of a certain Ancient's teeth, Asta will be pleased to note. "In retrospect, though, perhaps I ought to have visited the fountain before coming back here." Shrugging a shoulder and turning to lean back against the balcony railing, he tilts his head to Asta. "And how was your afternoon?"
"Nothing life threatening, I assure you." Though the still fresh laceration along the curve of his shoulder blade does look deep, as does the cut on his neck - opposite the blooming bruise in the shape of a certain Ancient's teeth, Asta will be pleased to note. "In retrospect, though, perhaps I ought to have visited the fountain before coming back here." Shrugging a shoulder and turning to lean back against the balcony railing, he tilts his head to Asta. "And how was your afternoon?"
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
