idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
Danta hasn't noticed the feather in Asta's hand for now, just as he hasn't noticed that Moira is even still in the room; his attention is all for the butcher, in gently pressing his hands against shoulders locked and tense with stress, in feeling the drumbeat of his pulse against his lips and the rumble of his voice in his chest. "Hm? Oh, I mean... if you're sure. She'll probably want to stretch her wings in a few minutes anyway, so I'll let her out the window," he says of his companion with a lopsided smile.
Glancing up as Asta withdraws a little, Danta raises a brow to see the ink black feather appear in his hand, plucked from his hair. "You can keep as many as you like," he says, smirking down at the small scattering of similar feathers at his feet. "It isn't as though I need them once they're gone," he adds, shrugging his shoulders and leaning in suddenly to press a soft, chaste kiss to Asta's lips. "Can I get you anything?"
Glancing up as Asta withdraws a little, Danta raises a brow to see the ink black feather appear in his hand, plucked from his hair. "You can keep as many as you like," he says, smirking down at the small scattering of similar feathers at his feet. "It isn't as though I need them once they're gone," he adds, shrugging his shoulders and leaning in suddenly to press a soft, chaste kiss to Asta's lips. "Can I get you anything?"
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.
