idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
It's unusual for Danta as well to care so much about keeping clean, but such are the whims of his chaotic personality. It might not last for long, so the butcher ought to relish seeing him so put together while it lasts. He continues to watch as Asta removes the glimmering blade pieces from the satchel, head tilting ever so slightly to the side to track the blood that fills his palms and soaks the metal. It's ritualistic, reverent, like a man at prayer before an altar, and the Maverick lets the scene burn into his mind.
"It was my pleasure," he assures him; at no point has Danta seemed as though he isn't enjoying himself, and at Asta's question, he flashes him a mischievous and fanged grin. "I could eat," he says with a dip of his chin; understatement of the century, that. "Would you be so kind as to feed me some? I don't want to dirty my sleeves."
"It was my pleasure," he assures him; at no point has Danta seemed as though he isn't enjoying himself, and at Asta's question, he flashes him a mischievous and fanged grin. "I could eat," he says with a dip of his chin; understatement of the century, that. "Would you be so kind as to feed me some? I don't want to dirty my sleeves."
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.
