// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
"Mmmhm." Pure curiosity, he says, and Danta pins the other man with a very dry look before acquiescing. Having been born an Ancient - and given that his entire life had been spent in The Climb with no reason to hide any of his racial traits - it's of little surprise that the Maverick rarely if ever finds himself needing to do without those parts of his existence. Nevertheless, as Asta hovers over him, the curved diamond of his horns fades to nothing, the fidgeting tail among the sheets disappears, and when he opens his mouth, you guessed it - no fangs.
"My head always feels so light at first," he complains with a scrunch of his nose, rubbing at his forehead and tilting his head to the side in an attempt to crack his neck. "But do I make a passable Accepted?" he wonders with a raise of his eyebrows. "Or an Abandoned or Attuned, I suppose. We can do enough magic and change enough shapes to get away with anything."
"My head always feels so light at first," he complains with a scrunch of his nose, rubbing at his forehead and tilting his head to the side in an attempt to crack his neck. "But do I make a passable Accepted?" he wonders with a raise of his eyebrows. "Or an Abandoned or Attuned, I suppose. We can do enough magic and change enough shapes to get away with anything."
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
