in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
The ground beneath their feet soon drinks up the blood spilling from the table, soaking there in a way that will become all too permanent the second they complete this quest for Dygra. With his dusty blue pants also stained with rosettes of red and his hands and wrists soon coated in it to the shirt cuffs, the Maverick's eyes are dark with the way his pupils have swallowed all the colour, and he draws close as Asta beckons him.
"I have never been so restrained," he whispers to the butcher as if it's an admission; his bloodlust is quick and violent; an unleashing rather than a slow, deliberate act, and he's almost vibrating with the tension in the air as he presses against Asta's side. Whispering a soft curse as he watches the pulse and jump of Morgen's heart, Danta's first instinct is to plunge his fist into the chest cavity and crush. He barely stops himself.
Instead, selecting that first implement Asta had picked up - the flimsy, wickedly sharp blade - he reaches into the open heat of Morgen's body, and presses the top of the knife into his heart until blood is all but erupting out of the organ. Until it quivers, and slows... and finally stops. Letting out a shivery sort of sigh, Danta is transfixed by the sight of the body, the violence caged in his own limbs something he fights to contain lest he make a mess they'll be forced to clean up.
"I have never been so restrained," he whispers to the butcher as if it's an admission; his bloodlust is quick and violent; an unleashing rather than a slow, deliberate act, and he's almost vibrating with the tension in the air as he presses against Asta's side. Whispering a soft curse as he watches the pulse and jump of Morgen's heart, Danta's first instinct is to plunge his fist into the chest cavity and crush. He barely stops himself.
Instead, selecting that first implement Asta had picked up - the flimsy, wickedly sharp blade - he reaches into the open heat of Morgen's body, and presses the top of the knife into his heart until blood is all but erupting out of the organ. Until it quivers, and slows... and finally stops. Letting out a shivery sort of sigh, Danta is transfixed by the sight of the body, the violence caged in his own limbs something he fights to contain lest he make a mess they'll be forced to clean up.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
