// the kinda wrong that make you feel right //
Smiling over his shoulder as Asta agrees, Danta is about to rise to his feet and suggest they knock or snap the spike and yeet it across Angel's End when the other man is physically yanking it out of the rockery - not that he can blame him one bit. Wincing, but only briefly, to see the effort it takes (and schooling himself not to make a remark about Asta's bad shoulder), the Maverick instead waits until white hot flame is melting the metal away before he approaches.
"And now there are none of them," he says softly, kneeling down to coax Asta back against him, curling one arm around his waist while the other offers out the now-open bottle of liquor. "Whatever happened out here didn't happen to Astaroth," he reminds him, drawing up his glamour so he might nuzzle against the other man's dark hair. "Think of it as paying your respects to the older version of you. And leave anything else that might happen to me."
"And now there are none of them," he says softly, kneeling down to coax Asta back against him, curling one arm around his waist while the other offers out the now-open bottle of liquor. "Whatever happened out here didn't happen to Astaroth," he reminds him, drawing up his glamour so he might nuzzle against the other man's dark hair. "Think of it as paying your respects to the older version of you. And leave anything else that might happen to me."
Dantalion
// the little death that make you feel alive //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
