// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
"Wow, rude," Danta drawls, sounding quite a bit like their favourite queen of Torchline for just a second, though the smile that plays across his lips is telling enough. He has no doubt that Asta has seen the sorts of blizzards that make anything the Grounds goes through at Deepfrost seem like little more than a pretty sprinkle of snow.
Looping an arm around the taller man's waist and smirking a touch, he glances up at him, tail flicking in amusement. "Don't say that too loud," he warns. "The version of me who woke you up will be spinning in his grave to know that he could have left you following dead stars for a few seasons."
Blinking a few times to adjust to the starlight in place of the watercolour of sunset, the Maverick reluctantly peels himself away from the man at his side only to see him walk to one of the other houses in this imaginary cannibal village. Only as the door opens to show them the hall outside in the House of Midnight does he remember where they actually are, and it's with a soft chuckle that he steps over to help Asta with the food and drink.
"I can think of nothing I'd like more," he purrs, already uncorking one of the bottles with his teeth, balancing a couple of glasses in his free hand and pouring them both a large measure of the dark liquid.
Looping an arm around the taller man's waist and smirking a touch, he glances up at him, tail flicking in amusement. "Don't say that too loud," he warns. "The version of me who woke you up will be spinning in his grave to know that he could have left you following dead stars for a few seasons."
Blinking a few times to adjust to the starlight in place of the watercolour of sunset, the Maverick reluctantly peels himself away from the man at his side only to see him walk to one of the other houses in this imaginary cannibal village. Only as the door opens to show them the hall outside in the House of Midnight does he remember where they actually are, and it's with a soft chuckle that he steps over to help Asta with the food and drink.
"I can think of nothing I'd like more," he purrs, already uncorking one of the bottles with his teeth, balancing a couple of glasses in his free hand and pouring them both a large measure of the dark liquid.
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
