// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
Asta isn't the only one feeling touch starved, evidently, because Danta's wicked hands are finding their way beneath the butcher's shirt before he knows it, pressing against his lower back as if to draw the heat from his very skin to warm his bones. Chuckling as well as he explains about Thalassa, it's only as he admits that they seem similar that the Maverick raises his eyebrows, peeping up from the side of Asta's neck to raise a brow at him.
"No one is like me," he challenges playfully, grinning. "Though given that the first time I met her we fought over a ramphire I was trying to eat, I suppose you have a point." It had been on their vacation in Torchline, now that he thinks about it, and Danta had liked Thalassa despite their rather prickly first meeting. "Either way, it's always nice to welcome another Ancient into the Grounds."
Glancing over Asta's shoulder at the sheets of rain continuing to sweep across the landscape, finally - and very reluctantly - the Maverick starts to peel himself away. "I guess we'd better head back," he says, quickly buttoning his coat against the downpour.
"No one is like me," he challenges playfully, grinning. "Though given that the first time I met her we fought over a ramphire I was trying to eat, I suppose you have a point." It had been on their vacation in Torchline, now that he thinks about it, and Danta had liked Thalassa despite their rather prickly first meeting. "Either way, it's always nice to welcome another Ancient into the Grounds."
Glancing over Asta's shoulder at the sheets of rain continuing to sweep across the landscape, finally - and very reluctantly - the Maverick starts to peel himself away. "I guess we'd better head back," he says, quickly buttoning his coat against the downpour.
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
