in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Now what were we just saying about sanity?" Danta drawls, flashing a mischievous smile at Asta before carefully setting his hands down to let the polish dry after successfully applying a second coat. He doesn't think he needs to tell the other man not to move lest he want them ruined - and to face the consequences of it - but the quick look the Maverick gives him says it all anyway. "Whether or not they are cursed, I think I'll still take them back downstairs later. I don't know if I'm cut out for fortune telling full time." Still, it's another hobby he's gotten to try, right?
Shifting to sit more comfortably in the butcher's lap, bringing him close enough to fuss, Danta has just managed to tease Asta's dark hair back and out of his face when he speaks again. The question alone is enough to have his stomach filling with butterflies, and the instant smile that curls across his lips ought to be enough to answer it alone.
"You're a sweet fool," the Maverick whispers, looping both arms around him to draw him close while he can't do anything about it. "Happier than I thought I could ever be," he continues. "Or that I could ever deserve. Are you?"
Shifting to sit more comfortably in the butcher's lap, bringing him close enough to fuss, Danta has just managed to tease Asta's dark hair back and out of his face when he speaks again. The question alone is enough to have his stomach filling with butterflies, and the instant smile that curls across his lips ought to be enough to answer it alone.
"You're a sweet fool," the Maverick whispers, looping both arms around him to draw him close while he can't do anything about it. "Happier than I thought I could ever be," he continues. "Or that I could ever deserve. Are you?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
