idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"Mm, already. And thank you - I'd appreciate that," Danta quips, smiling to Asta as he slips down from the cart and rubbing at tired eyes. Fully intending to hurry down the steps and into The Last Whisper as soon as they are properly free of the wagon, it's a surprise to say the least to feel Asta's chilled, calloused fingers slipping against his own, and the Maverick pauses in his tracks to glance down between them and smile.
Giving his hand a quick squeeze, grateful for the heat and the reminder of his presence, it's with a quick wave to the wagon owner that Danta leads them onwards. The Dusklight might still be considerably active (midnight is nothing to a brothel, after all), but many of the boutiques and shops that line the boulevard have been closed for some time, such that it's through subdued lanes and alleyways that he leads them home.
"I don't know about you, but it feels as though we've been out for decades," he complains, relaxing only as the Dusklight comes into view.
Giving his hand a quick squeeze, grateful for the heat and the reminder of his presence, it's with a quick wave to the wagon owner that Danta leads them onwards. The Dusklight might still be considerably active (midnight is nothing to a brothel, after all), but many of the boutiques and shops that line the boulevard have been closed for some time, such that it's through subdued lanes and alleyways that he leads them home.
"I don't know about you, but it feels as though we've been out for decades," he complains, relaxing only as the Dusklight comes into view.
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.
