// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
"Yeah, I bet..." Danta echoes with a gentle nod. "It'd be like if we made this place into the old Climb, right?" Granted, nostalgic is only one of several very complex emotions the Maverick would feel about that place. Much more interested in the village around them and Asta's personal little abode, Danta shields his eyes from the arctic sun beaming off the snow and nods at the offer to go inside.
"I think that is the worst cannibal joke you've ever told," he drawls as he ducks through the door, setting the bags down and scoffing over his shoulder at Asta. Having people home for dinner, indeed. "And from what you've told me about your family, I'm not sure I'd want to meet them anyway. You are quite enough for me, thank you."
Blinking to get used to the change in light, Danta immediately steps further into the space his lover had once called his own, sparking a fire in the bones of the one left behind to provide some extra illumination and warmth. "It's definitely a place built for purpose, huh," he says softly, smiling over to Asta and reaching out to brush his fingers along the carved handle of a knife, before his hand drops to touch a small etching that bears all of Asta's usual touches of flair.
"I can still see you in it, though." He grins.
"I think that is the worst cannibal joke you've ever told," he drawls as he ducks through the door, setting the bags down and scoffing over his shoulder at Asta. Having people home for dinner, indeed. "And from what you've told me about your family, I'm not sure I'd want to meet them anyway. You are quite enough for me, thank you."
Blinking to get used to the change in light, Danta immediately steps further into the space his lover had once called his own, sparking a fire in the bones of the one left behind to provide some extra illumination and warmth. "It's definitely a place built for purpose, huh," he says softly, smiling over to Asta and reaching out to brush his fingers along the carved handle of a knife, before his hand drops to touch a small etching that bears all of Asta's usual touches of flair.
"I can still see you in it, though." He grins.
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
