idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"There is a broad definition of a few minutes, so you aren't wrong, technically," Danta says, smiling another kiss to Asta's forehead before slowly rising to his feet as the other man's grip loosens on him. "It will probably get pretty chilly tonight, though, so I'd quite like to get going." Still, it's with reluctance that he parts from the sleepy Ancient, Danta reaching up to snag his shirt and shake it out, before slipping it around Asta's shoulders for him to do the rest.
In the mean time, he goes back to grab his pants, reaching out his free hand to help the butcher to his feet so they can get him decent enough to head out of the Glade. Around them the trees and the Oasis are alive with sound and movement, though of course it's impossible to see anything beyond the halo of the little fire they've built. "I didn't realise it would get so dark so quickly," he admits.
In the mean time, he goes back to grab his pants, reaching out his free hand to help the butcher to his feet so they can get him decent enough to head out of the Glade. Around them the trees and the Oasis are alive with sound and movement, though of course it's impossible to see anything beyond the halo of the little fire they've built. "I didn't realise it would get so dark so quickly," he admits.
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.
