in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Hey, I found these yesterday behind the bar. Someone must've lost them." These happen to be a strange deck of embossed cards in a velvet bag that Danta produces from his bedside table. He's sprawled on his front in bed at mid-morning, naked, and with absolutely no intention of getting up just yet, especially when he might be able to while away another hour reading Asta's fortune.
"Who loses tarot cards anyway?" he wonders with a crooked smile, removing the cards from the bag and propping himself up on his elbows to shuffle them. "Shall we see if I'm psychic? I bet I can show you your future," he tells the butcher. It will be fairly easy, he thinks, given that he's quite certain that he is in Asta's future in some capacity, so it won't be as though he's wrong.
"Who loses tarot cards anyway?" he wonders with a crooked smile, removing the cards from the bag and propping himself up on his elbows to shuffle them. "Shall we see if I'm psychic? I bet I can show you your future," he tells the butcher. It will be fairly easy, he thinks, given that he's quite certain that he is in Asta's future in some capacity, so it won't be as though he's wrong.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
