idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"Aside from the cowbell?" Danta raises his eyebrows playfully, patting Asta on the ass as he sends him on his way to the mirror, the Maverick pottering around to get his comb and scissors and brightening the fire in the lanterns so he might better see what he's doing. "I don't offer expecting anything in return," he says thoughtfully, padding across the room and dragging up a stool to sit behind the other man, dropping a kiss or two against the top of his shoulder.
"Spending time around you makes me happy." He shrugs, flashing a wry smile to Asta in their reflections. "Even more when I can do something for you. Then again, I imagine you feel the same way..." Furrowing his brow and scooting a little closer, Danta considers. "Alright. In return, after this... I'd like to stretch my wings a little." It's a testing of the waters; the Maverick has kept his first and oldest shift under a tight hold for the best part of three seasons, and whilst he absolutely won't push the butcher on the matter, well, he did ask.
"Spending time around you makes me happy." He shrugs, flashing a wry smile to Asta in their reflections. "Even more when I can do something for you. Then again, I imagine you feel the same way..." Furrowing his brow and scooting a little closer, Danta considers. "Alright. In return, after this... I'd like to stretch my wings a little." It's a testing of the waters; the Maverick has kept his first and oldest shift under a tight hold for the best part of three seasons, and whilst he absolutely won't push the butcher on the matter, well, he did ask.
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.
