in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Mm, it is Leafchange now," Danta agrees with a wicked smile; even with the radiating heat from their room, the Hollowed Grounds is not The Climb or even Torchline, and already the weather is beginning to grow more crisp and sharp outside. Luckily enough he has his own hot water bottle waiting, the Maverick happily burying his face against the side of Asta's neck and pressing closer to leech his warmth.
"You are doing a very good job," he confirms, his voice muffled; whether he means as the Dusklight's security or as Danta's heat source is up to Asta's interpretation. Closing his eyes and smiling against the butcher's throat as he continues, the Maverick is forced to move enough to properly speak, a smile in his voice. "That's right, I remember now. Well, then. Maybe the cards didn't mean literal riches. More like... metaphorical ones."
"You are doing a very good job," he confirms, his voice muffled; whether he means as the Dusklight's security or as Danta's heat source is up to Asta's interpretation. Closing his eyes and smiling against the butcher's throat as he continues, the Maverick is forced to move enough to properly speak, a smile in his voice. "That's right, I remember now. Well, then. Maybe the cards didn't mean literal riches. More like... metaphorical ones."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
