// light shines in the darkness //
It's a bad start to the day for Danta, to wake up with the space in the bed next to him cold and empty, and as such he spends a good part of the morning skulking around his rooms and the Dusklight. Still, it is Longheat, and things have been going unexpectedly well lately, so after some strong coffee and a shower hot enough to flay the skin off an ordinary man, his mood improves somewhat.
"A good morning to you too," he purrs in response to the butcher's accented voice as he finally steps into their room - a room which will look much changed from the place Asta left a few hours earlier. Having situated the bed properly now beneath the mezzanine level (listen, their drunken attempt was pretty good, but not really sustainable) and moved his own things back into more-or-less their usual space, the as of yet unpacked boxes are now stacked near the window where they can't trip over them without an effort.
"Gifts, you say? Colour me surprised." Danta's tone couldn't be dryer if he tried, though the grin he flashes Astaroth is one of mischief. The Maverick has been busy tying drapes along the side of the mezzanine, effectively hiding the bed from view, and should Asta duck in to look more closely, he'll notice an array of candles and origami shapes on display, lightning the area in a soft glow.
Straightening up and running his fingers back through his hair, he raises his eyebrows at the sight of the butcher, amusement all too obvious in his expression. "I thought you'd never be seen dead in tartan," he remarks, sweeping across to smooth out the wrinkle in the waistcoat. For Danta's part, he's wearing something that looks like it used to be a fishnet in the shape of a sweater, paired with the striped pajama bottoms he plans to exist in all day.
"A good morning to you too," he purrs in response to the butcher's accented voice as he finally steps into their room - a room which will look much changed from the place Asta left a few hours earlier. Having situated the bed properly now beneath the mezzanine level (listen, their drunken attempt was pretty good, but not really sustainable) and moved his own things back into more-or-less their usual space, the as of yet unpacked boxes are now stacked near the window where they can't trip over them without an effort.
"Gifts, you say? Colour me surprised." Danta's tone couldn't be dryer if he tried, though the grin he flashes Astaroth is one of mischief. The Maverick has been busy tying drapes along the side of the mezzanine, effectively hiding the bed from view, and should Asta duck in to look more closely, he'll notice an array of candles and origami shapes on display, lightning the area in a soft glow.
Straightening up and running his fingers back through his hair, he raises his eyebrows at the sight of the butcher, amusement all too obvious in his expression. "I thought you'd never be seen dead in tartan," he remarks, sweeping across to smooth out the wrinkle in the waistcoat. For Danta's part, he's wearing something that looks like it used to be a fishnet in the shape of a sweater, paired with the striped pajama bottoms he plans to exist in all day.
Dantalion
// and the darkness will never understand it //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
