idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"Sorry," Danta says instantly, as if anticipating those external stressors that will tell him everything he needs to about his misstep, even as Asta remains as calm and relaxed as ever. (That's just more suspicious, in Danta's opinion). "I can just... I'll head out tomorrow and-- wait, what?" Brows flinching together, it takes the Maverick a second to remember he's supposed to be doing something, and he clears his throat quietly and adjusts to be able to run the comb gently through Asta's hair.
"Are you sure? I can just take her out myself, we'll only be gone for an hour or two." Which, no, isn't the day off holed up inside that they had planned, but suddenly the Maverick is keen to rectify what he's clearly seeing as a misstep. "Oh, uh... leave them for now. You can bring them back towards the end," he says of his horns, trying to force his mind to concentrate on the task at hand now.
"Are you sure? I can just take her out myself, we'll only be gone for an hour or two." Which, no, isn't the day off holed up inside that they had planned, but suddenly the Maverick is keen to rectify what he's clearly seeing as a misstep. "Oh, uh... leave them for now. You can bring them back towards the end," he says of his horns, trying to force his mind to concentrate on the task at hand now.
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.
