idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
Having realised that there are no more nuts incoming, Moira takes herself off back to Danta's shirt to nestle down in, clearly deciding that it's a suitable place to nap while Asta and her bonded do whatever they're going to do from here. (Listen, it's been a while since she was allowed up in the room, okay?) And the Maverick is clearly enjoying his snooze as a corvid, because he doesn't stir as Asta gets to his feet or as he approaches; his feathers, black as pitch, are soft and warm beneath the butcher's fingers, and it takes a while before he even realises he's being touched to think of stirring.
Puffing up his feathers and peeping out at Asta from beneath his wing without emerging completely, while Danta can't speak in this shift, there's an unmistakeable hint of pride about him. He he shifts to turn slowly around on the mannequin so he isn't facing the other man, letting him do as he pleases until he decides he's had enough. Only when Asta steps back will he hop down from the mannequin, already back on two feet by the time they hit the floor.
Puffing up his feathers and peeping out at Asta from beneath his wing without emerging completely, while Danta can't speak in this shift, there's an unmistakeable hint of pride about him. He he shifts to turn slowly around on the mannequin so he isn't facing the other man, letting him do as he pleases until he decides he's had enough. Only when Asta steps back will he hop down from the mannequin, already back on two feet by the time they hit the floor.
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.
