idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"Oh, that would be a very wise business move, I think." Danta grins. And if it meant that Asta found excuses to come and see him between his visits to the tailor, well, that's just a happy coincidence. He sits back enough to be safe as the other man drops his glamour, watching the glimmering tines of his horns reappear and immediately reaching out to arrange his hair around them in the way he's seen Asta do a hundred times. Then, and only then, is he satisfied with his work.
"Well, I think you look glorious," he informs him with a crooked smile, letting fire spark at his fingertips so he can brush and burn away the hair likely to itch across Asta's shoulders. "But you can tell me yourself." So saying, he shifts out of the way so he can continue to clean the butcher up and give Asta a chance to see his own reflection. "And if you hate it, remember that hair grows, okay? Also remember you're capable of lying, so just tell me you like it anyway."
"Well, I think you look glorious," he informs him with a crooked smile, letting fire spark at his fingertips so he can brush and burn away the hair likely to itch across Asta's shoulders. "But you can tell me yourself." So saying, he shifts out of the way so he can continue to clean the butcher up and give Asta a chance to see his own reflection. "And if you hate it, remember that hair grows, okay? Also remember you're capable of lying, so just tell me you like it anyway."
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.
