idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
Shifting enough so as to be in easy reach for the butcher, and watching the crimson soaked pieces of metal disappear back into the satchel, Danta sits cross legged with his hands in his lap and watches with eager curiosity as Asta carves up the deer in a way which certainly contribues to his moniker. "Thank you," he purrs, leaning in a touch to take the offered slice of meat, lips parting to accept it. With a flick of his tongue that chases the blood on Asta's fingertips, Danta sita back and lets out a decadent sigh.
"You know, of all our picnics, I think this has to be my favourite so far." Certainly their little jaunt with Asta's delectable offerings from the clinic had been lovely, but there's something about being present with the raw violence of taking down prey that tickles all of Danta's right spots. "We should do this again. Perhaps without waiting quite so long next time though, mm?" Tipping the other man a wink, he nevertheless resolves to keep a better eye on Asta's tells that his bloodlust is on him.
"You know, of all our picnics, I think this has to be my favourite so far." Certainly their little jaunt with Asta's delectable offerings from the clinic had been lovely, but there's something about being present with the raw violence of taking down prey that tickles all of Danta's right spots. "We should do this again. Perhaps without waiting quite so long next time though, mm?" Tipping the other man a wink, he nevertheless resolves to keep a better eye on Asta's tells that his bloodlust is on him.
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.
