in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Have you?" Danta raises his eyebrows at that, a playful smile on his face. "I don't recall ever calling you cursed. Who would say such a thing?" Asta clearly doesn't seem to mind it, so the Maverick won't make any heads roll unless the butcher asks him nicely, but even so.
And it's true that he hasn't got a fucking clue what any of the cards mean, but he's nothing else if not good at bullshitting, and so with a bob of his eyebrows - very mystical, yes - he draws the next card and places it next to the first with a flourish. "Justice," he announces. "Obviously that means, y'know... justice." He grins.
"Oh, or maybe it means Maea will show back up and you can finally exact your revenge," he suggests, wiggling his fingers towards Asta's nose. "Wine, murder... so far so good."
And it's true that he hasn't got a fucking clue what any of the cards mean, but he's nothing else if not good at bullshitting, and so with a bob of his eyebrows - very mystical, yes - he draws the next card and places it next to the first with a flourish. "Justice," he announces. "Obviously that means, y'know... justice." He grins.
"Oh, or maybe it means Maea will show back up and you can finally exact your revenge," he suggests, wiggling his fingers towards Asta's nose. "Wine, murder... so far so good."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
