[SE] if I become your ghoul

you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god

"That will be my excuse if anyone ever asks," Danta agrees, flashing a grin over his shoulder towards the butcher. At this rate the Grounds will be at risk of seeming like a region with a more-than-healthy suspicion towards Ludo, but at least they'll have plenty of decorations lighting up the windows, right? Besides, it will only look even better when Deepfrost comes around, and the Maverick will be in dire need of cheering up among all that snow.

With his face briefly lit up in soft candle flame, Danta smirks over to the chimney and raises his eyebrows. "Does it? That must be when I am already fast asleep. Wake me the next time you hear it muttering to itself, and we'll do our own ghost hunting investigation." Surrendering the candles for Asta to set them in place, the Maverick is withdrawing another bundle of sage by the time he hears the other man's voice again, glancing towards the fire - and having to pause at the sight of him.

Backlit by flickering orange and yellows setting off the silver in his hair and the scarlet in his ears, the butcher has never looked so beautifully untouchable. Swallowing and turning his attention purposely to the sage, Danta lights the bundle with Asta and his halo of fire still burning behind his eyes. "If you start complaining or choking, just know that I will believe you to also be an angry spirit."

Dantalion