idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"Did I? Gosh, that does sound like something I'd do, doesn't it?" Danta's smile is audible as he swans through the foliage at Asta's heels, bedecked hands resting in his pockets, his eyes upturned to the canopy of vibrant leaves overhead. Without any consistence to his dress sense, it's impossible to say if he's dressed down or not; wearing a shirt that's only slightly too big (sky blue, loosely buttoned and only tucked in on one side) and a pair of dark slacks held up by a pair of delicately embroidered braces, as he spots the butcher's gaze over his shoulder, he can't help but prowl his way closer.
"I would not dare to scare away the wildlife in your current state," he assures him, his hands leaving his pockets to brush across the hard, tense planes of Asta's shoulders, giving them a warm squeeze. "Eat first, then we can do your blood... thing," he decides. "Even if we have to hunt twice. I doubt either of us would complain."
"I would not dare to scare away the wildlife in your current state," he assures him, his hands leaving his pockets to brush across the hard, tense planes of Asta's shoulders, giving them a warm squeeze. "Eat first, then we can do your blood... thing," he decides. "Even if we have to hunt twice. I doubt either of us would complain."
Dantalion
I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door
just to sit outside your door
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
