idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
Having followed at a distance, his pace more akin to a stroll than a pursuit, Danta hears the crunch of bone and tear of flesh before he ever sees it, and it's enough to know that Asta has claimed his kill and his prize. Slipping between two trees to catch sight of the butcher tearing into the deer with teeth and bare hands, while the bloody tableau and the iron that hangs heavy in the air is more than enough to get the Maverick's blood up in an entirely different way, he masters himself to skirt around and take a seat on a mossy log a safe distance away.
"Careful you don't choke," he warns softly, amusement curling at his lips as he carefully sets down the satchel Asta had handed him and fishes in his pocket for a scrap of peppermint bark to chew on. While it's true that his bloodlust is impossible for him to really keep a cap on, thanks to the efforts of the man currently forearm deep in a deer, he doesn't feel the urge to encroach on the butcher's kill either. Probably a good thing, in retrospect, because he doesn't look like he'd be tolerant of it right now anyway.
"Careful you don't choke," he warns softly, amusement curling at his lips as he carefully sets down the satchel Asta had handed him and fishes in his pocket for a scrap of peppermint bark to chew on. While it's true that his bloodlust is impossible for him to really keep a cap on, thanks to the efforts of the man currently forearm deep in a deer, he doesn't feel the urge to encroach on the butcher's kill either. Probably a good thing, in retrospect, because he doesn't look like he'd be tolerant of it right now anyway.
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.
