// you knew who I was //
Setting down his shirt and slipping off his own sandals, Danta is at his hard work all over again as he watches Asta approach the edge of one of the springs, his bronzed skin made darker by their spell under the Longheat sun in Torchline, his scars like liquid silver striping across his skin. "Mm?" Glancing up, clearly having been distracted, he soon pads across the warm stone after the other man, nodding. "Maybe I could bottle some of the healing water and soak it into a hot towel," he suggests, before Asta is promptly hopping into the springs and splashing him.
"Hey!" Danta's complaint is half hearted at most, his grin audible and his arm lifting to try and block some of the water; a useless endeavour, honestly, given that he follows the butcher only moments later. Letting himself submerge briefly in the warm cocoon of heat and steam, as the Maverick surfaces he's already feeling much better. Which is ironic, given that he was feeling fine to begin with.
"Hey!" Danta's complaint is half hearted at most, his grin audible and his arm lifting to try and block some of the water; a useless endeavour, honestly, given that he follows the butcher only moments later. Letting himself submerge briefly in the warm cocoon of heat and steam, as the Maverick surfaces he's already feeling much better. Which is ironic, given that he was feeling fine to begin with.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
