idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"Mm, I suppose that's true. And it would be even more difficult now that you aren't fresh out of the rock." The bustling, half-floating island had been a perfect shock to the system for Asta and a perfect escape for Danta at the time. In retrospect it had been remarkably cruel of him to leave the other man to fend for himself after centuries beneath the stone, but then again, they hadn't exactly been friends at the time. Now, though, he leans into the butcher just as he nestles against his shoulder, more comfortable here than anywhere else in Caido.
"Yes, it is," he tells him softly, turning his head to take full advantage of not being skewered by the sharp tines of Asta's horns, kissing the crown of his head and reaching out to set his cup down on the table. "Though it could probably use more cowbell, if I'm being honest." The wickedness of his smile is audible in his voice, and he twists to slip his arms around Asta to hold him close as if to prevent any of the consequences the butcher might be considering.
"Yes, it is," he tells him softly, turning his head to take full advantage of not being skewered by the sharp tines of Asta's horns, kissing the crown of his head and reaching out to set his cup down on the table. "Though it could probably use more cowbell, if I'm being honest." The wickedness of his smile is audible in his voice, and he twists to slip his arms around Asta to hold him close as if to prevent any of the consequences the butcher might be considering.
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.
