idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"No no, see, the point is you shouldn't be able to see anything, that's why it's spying," Danta tries to point out, his brow furrowing as if Asta really hasn't understood what he's trying to achieve here. Luckly the butcher is warm and comfortable and handsome enough to keep his metaphorical feathers unruffled, and the Maverick shifts to sit behind him properly so he can continue his fuss while stealing some of the snacks from the tray.
"Mm, it kept me entertained for a bit," he agrees of the impromptu game of hide and seek. "Maybe we'll have to try it out ourselves soon." If not that game, then something else. All for the good of Ludo, right? Or something. "Anyway, you deserve much more than just a sip of wine for what you went through. C'mon, let's celebrate." Gesturing for Asta to pick up his glass, Danta follows suit and raises his own in a toast.
Onwards and upwards from here, or so they say.
~FIN
"Mm, it kept me entertained for a bit," he agrees of the impromptu game of hide and seek. "Maybe we'll have to try it out ourselves soon." If not that game, then something else. All for the good of Ludo, right? Or something. "Anyway, you deserve much more than just a sip of wine for what you went through. C'mon, let's celebrate." Gesturing for Asta to pick up his glass, Danta follows suit and raises his own in a toast.
Onwards and upwards from here, or so they say.
~FIN
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.
