idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
Danta's hand slips into the butcher's without complaint, comfortably tangling their fingers just as Asta takes the lead for them to head upstairs. "Good," he purrs; after the ride in the chill of the night, the Maverick is also feeling quite tired, though it's nothing on the scale of Asta's exhaustion, and so he's happy to help tug him up the stairs when they reach them. "Ugh, I didn't think I could miss a room so much," he says with a relieved sigh as he swans into their shared space.
Fire roars to life in the hearth and in the various lanterns and candles dotted around the room, Danta turning to ferry Asta further inside so he might relieve him of the antlers he carries and the satchel around his waist. Setting both down on a nearby table, it's of little surprise that he works on the butcher's wrinkled shirt next, trying to sneak warm hands against his cool skin.
"Well done for making it home." He grins.
Fire roars to life in the hearth and in the various lanterns and candles dotted around the room, Danta turning to ferry Asta further inside so he might relieve him of the antlers he carries and the satchel around his waist. Setting both down on a nearby table, it's of little surprise that he works on the butcher's wrinkled shirt next, trying to sneak warm hands against his cool skin.
"Well done for making it home." He grins.
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.
