// light shines in the darkness //
Resisting the urge to go and rifle through all of Asta's trinkets and jewellery (as the butcher may well have noticed by now, Danta is a magpie for that kind of stuff), the Maverick promises himself he'll do so when the other man is out or sleeping, instead focusing on the rest of the boxes. He contents himself with grabbing hangers and offering them out to Asta to hang his shirts, long fingers brushing across fabrics he finds particularly interesting or alluring.
"I am glad to hear you say so, because I don't particularly want to go out and be a hero in any of this," he purrs, flashing a fanged grin to the other man and soon abandoning his hanger assistance so he can walk his hands along Asta's shoulders to try and bother and/or distract him. "Hm? It was not, no. The island crashed into the Arclight a year ago, but I'd been awake already for a while before that." He doesn't remember exactly how long, honestly.
"I remember I was already Theocrat when I woke you from the stone, so it had been a fair while."
"I am glad to hear you say so, because I don't particularly want to go out and be a hero in any of this," he purrs, flashing a fanged grin to the other man and soon abandoning his hanger assistance so he can walk his hands along Asta's shoulders to try and bother and/or distract him. "Hm? It was not, no. The island crashed into the Arclight a year ago, but I'd been awake already for a while before that." He doesn't remember exactly how long, honestly.
"I remember I was already Theocrat when I woke you from the stone, so it had been a fair while."
Dantalion
// and the darkness will never understand it //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
