you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Perhaps we'll have to make one of these rooms into somewhere for target practice," Danta croons, setting down his empty teacup. "I'm sure some of the Dusklight's patrons are into knifeplay, so we could even make a feature of it." Grinning - because he's certain that will delight the butcher to no end (not) - Danta surrenders the darts back to Asta and accepts the kiss he's owed with quiet delight. "No thanks needed," he purrs back to him, stepping back to let him take his shot.
And oh, it looks as though Asta's practice has been paying off, the Maverick tilting his head approvingly and stepping up as well. "Nicely done," he tells him, letting his own dart fly and pausing for a brief moment - because he thinks he's done it. Only, fuck it's landed just shy of the bull, something that has Danta hissing a curse through his teeth. "Never mind our fireplace - this dartboard is cursed. Or haunted. Maybe both."
And oh, it looks as though Asta's practice has been paying off, the Maverick tilting his head approvingly and stepping up as well. "Nicely done," he tells him, letting his own dart fly and pausing for a brief moment - because he thinks he's done it. Only, fuck it's landed just shy of the bull, something that has Danta hissing a curse through his teeth. "Never mind our fireplace - this dartboard is cursed. Or haunted. Maybe both."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
