idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"I certainly don't have any complaints," Danta smirks, though if he thinks about it, if anything or anyone has come close to killing him lately, it's the man in his arms and his flirting with the limits of his bloodlust. And he supposes he'd be worried, if Asta wasn't so damned irresistible when he gets in those moods. "Mm, I can do that," he confirms, walking his fingers those two inches up between the butcher's shoulders and nodding.
With a scoff of laughter, Danta draws back enough to let Asta make their tea, giving his bucep a gentle squeeze as he does. "I don't know, I'd say you're much stronger than you were when you first woke up. I think I could get away with throwing at least one boulder at you." As for abandoning him, though, the Maverick thinks they can probably do away with that part entirely.
"If I did it would be by accident," he assures him, accepting his cup and lifting it to his lips to enjoy the warmth of the spices in his throat. "It could have been worse. I might have abandoned you somewhere colder."
With a scoff of laughter, Danta draws back enough to let Asta make their tea, giving his bucep a gentle squeeze as he does. "I don't know, I'd say you're much stronger than you were when you first woke up. I think I could get away with throwing at least one boulder at you." As for abandoning him, though, the Maverick thinks they can probably do away with that part entirely.
"If I did it would be by accident," he assures him, accepting his cup and lifting it to his lips to enjoy the warmth of the spices in his throat. "It could have been worse. I might have abandoned you somewhere colder."
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.
