in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Ah, we can't be having that, can we?" Bouncing his eyebrows, Danta nods and goes about sterilising the needle once more, his hands - and the slender spike of metal - aglow with his fire magic. "I'm glad you think so," he says of his choice of jewellery. "Shame we don't have a fountain like Torchline's yet, mm? Otherwise you wouldn't have to deal with waiting for it to heal."
Ah, well. Given the butcher's penchant for blood and pain, he doesn't think he'll mind all too much, Danta falling quiet once again to lean in and successfully pierce Asta's other ear in a smooth gesture, threading the silver loop through his earlobe and withdrawing once he's happy with it so as not to irritate it too much. "All done," he purrs, setting the needle to the side and positively beaming at the other man. "You sat very well for it."
Ah, well. Given the butcher's penchant for blood and pain, he doesn't think he'll mind all too much, Danta falling quiet once again to lean in and successfully pierce Asta's other ear in a smooth gesture, threading the silver loop through his earlobe and withdrawing once he's happy with it so as not to irritate it too much. "All done," he purrs, setting the needle to the side and positively beaming at the other man. "You sat very well for it."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
