// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
"Asta, no..." It's the sort of whine that belongs to a small child, but honestly, hearing the reminder that the butcher had locked the door is basically the last nail in Danta's coffin, and it's with a soft and defeated sound that he simply allows the world to tick on around him. The people outside, the bustle downstairs, the dying fire crackling in the hearth - none of it can matter to the Maverick, because he is a ghost.
Unfortunately, this ghost in particular is waking up more by the second even if he doesn't really want to, his fingers stroking feather-soft down the butcher's back. "If I get up," he whispers, "and you never see me again, tell everyone that I died really bravely, yeah?" You know, rather than keeling over while trying to crawl towards his bedroom door for water.
Unfortunately, this ghost in particular is waking up more by the second even if he doesn't really want to, his fingers stroking feather-soft down the butcher's back. "If I get up," he whispers, "and you never see me again, tell everyone that I died really bravely, yeah?" You know, rather than keeling over while trying to crawl towards his bedroom door for water.
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
