idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"Excuse you," Danta drawls as he heads back from his decorations, jostling his shoulder playfully against Asta's as he reaches for the candles. "You have heard me sing, back at The Hanged Man in Torchline. I'll forgive you though, because we were both wasted at the time." And Flora had interrupted his song with an announcement that had ultimately changed both of their lives very much for the better, so Danta can forgive the other man for forgetting.
Anyway. Candles.
Grabbing a few of the larger pillar candles, Danta places a few of them around the edge of the obsidian slab, working the wax between the cracks and crevices of the more disorderly parts with the help of his fire magic to melt it a little. Once he's content that they aren't going anywhere, he lights the wicks and goes a step further, pricking his thumb against a sharp shard of ruby and letting the blood drip over the top of the candles, creating veins of crimson as they burn.
Danta does candles!
Anyway. Candles.
Grabbing a few of the larger pillar candles, Danta places a few of them around the edge of the obsidian slab, working the wax between the cracks and crevices of the more disorderly parts with the help of his fire magic to melt it a little. Once he's content that they aren't going anywhere, he lights the wicks and goes a step further, pricking his thumb against a sharp shard of ruby and letting the blood drip over the top of the candles, creating veins of crimson as they burn.
Danta does candles!
Dantalion
I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door
just to sit outside your door
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
