in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Brushing past the butcher, his fingers tickling across his shoulders as he approaches the table and the fetching man strapped upon it, Danta shrugs coquettishly and offers Asta a knowing grin. "The plan?" he echoes, gesturing towards Morgen. "I think you know very well what the plan might be." Tipping him a wink before gazing pointedly to all of the wonderful implements they've placed around the room, hopefully Asta will take it as a given that he's got all the permission he needs to be unleashed.
"And you can take as long as you need, friend" he purrs down to Morgen, warm hands smoothing through his hair and down across his chest. "You leave this next part to us. Just lay back and enjoy it." Stepping back and inclining his head for Asta to take over, the Maverick is content to wait for the scent of blood to hit the air. "He won't feel a thing," he adds to the butcher, his voice pitched in a whisper.
"And you can take as long as you need, friend" he purrs down to Morgen, warm hands smoothing through his hair and down across his chest. "You leave this next part to us. Just lay back and enjoy it." Stepping back and inclining his head for Asta to take over, the Maverick is content to wait for the scent of blood to hit the air. "He won't feel a thing," he adds to the butcher, his voice pitched in a whisper.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
