in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"You say that as if it's a bad thing," Danta purrs, already expertly taking a nail file to the butcher's hands until he's satisfied. "You've seen me get ready in the mornings enough at this point to know I would relish doing the same for you." The Maverick veers from spending hours on his hair and outfit one morning to slouching into the first garment he sees the next; there's no rhyme or reason to it, completely at odds to the butcher. And so naturally, Asta is a challenge.
Affectionately pinching the other man's cheek as if to assure him that he's coming for his face next, for now the Maverick falls quiet to apply swift strokes of midnight to Asta's hands. Outside he can hear the bustle of The Last Whisper as it bubbles to life, and within the room the crackle of the fireplace continues to accompany his work. It's the sort of domestic scene he'd never thought he'd tolerate, let alone enjoy, and it has a quiet smile curling at his lips.
"I wonder if we'd read your fortune a year ago, it would have seen this coming," he remarks after a while.
Affectionately pinching the other man's cheek as if to assure him that he's coming for his face next, for now the Maverick falls quiet to apply swift strokes of midnight to Asta's hands. Outside he can hear the bustle of The Last Whisper as it bubbles to life, and within the room the crackle of the fireplace continues to accompany his work. It's the sort of domestic scene he'd never thought he'd tolerate, let alone enjoy, and it has a quiet smile curling at his lips.
"I wonder if we'd read your fortune a year ago, it would have seen this coming," he remarks after a while.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
