idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"I'll wait with baited breath to see what you come up with," Danta says with a smirk, stepping back to let Asta go and collect their tray while he grabs a couple of glasses for the wine, though he keeps a careful eye on the other man as he crosses the room, just in case. (In case of what he can't say; anything from suddenly passing out to panicking to fleeing the Dusklight as a fyrhund could be possible). Setting the glasses down so Asta can fill them, once he's comfortable that the butcher really is alright, only then does he approach Moira.
"Alright, you - off you go," he tells her affectionately, scooping her up into his hands and padding across the room to part the curtains and briefly open the window, letting her fly free. And with that done, he glances over his shoulder to the other man and beckons him back beneath the warm canopy of their den. "Come on," he invites, fully intending to hole up with the butcher until he feels more like himself again.
"Alright, you - off you go," he tells her affectionately, scooping her up into his hands and padding across the room to part the curtains and briefly open the window, letting her fly free. And with that done, he glances over his shoulder to the other man and beckons him back beneath the warm canopy of their den. "Come on," he invites, fully intending to hole up with the butcher until he feels more like himself again.
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.
