// the kinda wrong that make you feel right //
"They are," Danta confirms softly, licking the blood from his finger and giving his most reassuring smile to the butcher. For now is what he doesn't say, knowing better than to add to the stress and worry already filling Asta to the brim. "Any time," he adds, leaning in to brush his lips across the other man's forehead, before he's straightening up again.
"Alright. Let's make this place look absolutely nothing like it did the last time you were here, yes?" Reaching for the pack - and ensuring that there's a bloom of flame nearby to act like a campfire - Danta begins to take things out. A couple of bedrolls, a tightly folded fur, and a very large bottle of liquor for a start.
"Would you like to get rid of that thing, since we're out here?" he asks, nodding to the warped and rusted spike still in the ground.
"Alright. Let's make this place look absolutely nothing like it did the last time you were here, yes?" Reaching for the pack - and ensuring that there's a bloom of flame nearby to act like a campfire - Danta begins to take things out. A couple of bedrolls, a tightly folded fur, and a very large bottle of liquor for a start.
"Would you like to get rid of that thing, since we're out here?" he asks, nodding to the warped and rusted spike still in the ground.
Dantalion
// the little death that make you feel alive //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
