idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"I did not say that, and you know it," Danta teases right back, shooting Asta a playfully reproachful look before leaning in for another bite of meat. Carefully wiping the blood from the side of his mouth as he relaxes back, his tail curls with amusement. "I just don't like seeing you so tense," he purrs. "Not when I'm not the reason, anyway." At least now the butcher seems anything but, relaxed if not weary as he sits with the carcass.
"You seem tired," he remarks gently, wondering whether the other man will opt to take a nap out here in the Leafchange afternoon, or if he'll find him nodding off on a cart on the way home. "I thought you'd have been keen to clean yourself up." Because as fun as it is to be the one left impeccable after a stroll out to hunt deer, Asta rarely tolerates mess for very long.
"You seem tired," he remarks gently, wondering whether the other man will opt to take a nap out here in the Leafchange afternoon, or if he'll find him nodding off on a cart on the way home. "I thought you'd have been keen to clean yourself up." Because as fun as it is to be the one left impeccable after a stroll out to hunt deer, Asta rarely tolerates mess for very long.
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.
