// the kinda wrong that make you feel right //
Smiling crookedly to feel Asta turn against him, Danta would have been content to sit in silence for as long as the other man wished; it might have been his first time in this particular place, but he's no stranger to the trauma certain spaces can hold, and a lot of the Climb holds a similar feeling in his mind. Sometimes sitting with the similarities and differences is a necessary evil, and only when the butcher speaks does the Maverick follow his lead.
"Of course I did. I didn't think you'd appreciate the mess of holding them with your fingers." Grinning, he holds onto Asta for a few moments longer before finally peeling himself away, though he doesn't go far, and the fire flares higher to keep the ridge around them illuminated for any dark, winged shapes. Grabbing marshmallows - and sticks, yes - from his pack, he spends a few moments unfurling their bedrolls before sitting down upon one beside the fire, patting the space next to him.
"C'mon. If nothing else, we'll have a different story to tell about this place by the time the night is through."
"Of course I did. I didn't think you'd appreciate the mess of holding them with your fingers." Grinning, he holds onto Asta for a few moments longer before finally peeling himself away, though he doesn't go far, and the fire flares higher to keep the ridge around them illuminated for any dark, winged shapes. Grabbing marshmallows - and sticks, yes - from his pack, he spends a few moments unfurling their bedrolls before sitting down upon one beside the fire, patting the space next to him.
"C'mon. If nothing else, we'll have a different story to tell about this place by the time the night is through."
Dantalion
// the little death that make you feel alive //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
