idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"Of course I will," Danta says, smiling to feel the soft brush of lips against his jaw, before he's letting the wagon take his full weight and falling quiet to allow the butcher to get some much needed rest. He doesn't know if he manages to drop off himself as they travel, content to feel the road rumble beneath the wagon wheels and to share his warmth with Asta, ensuring he doesn't get jostled around too much.
He does know that it's late by the time they finally arrive at the Inner Quarter, and with the night drawing out, it's chilly as well, even with two Ancients bundled up in the back of a wagon. Hissing in a shivery breath and calling out his thanks to the wagon owner as he tells them they're here, Danta does his best to gently rouse Asta from sleep. "Come on - bed is so close I can taste it," he mumbles through a smile, before scooching out of the wagon to stretch his stiff limps and straighten up.
"Gods, remind me never to forget a coat again when Longheat is over. I'm freezing."
He does know that it's late by the time they finally arrive at the Inner Quarter, and with the night drawing out, it's chilly as well, even with two Ancients bundled up in the back of a wagon. Hissing in a shivery breath and calling out his thanks to the wagon owner as he tells them they're here, Danta does his best to gently rouse Asta from sleep. "Come on - bed is so close I can taste it," he mumbles through a smile, before scooching out of the wagon to stretch his stiff limps and straighten up.
"Gods, remind me never to forget a coat again when Longheat is over. I'm freezing."
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.
