// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
Rolling his eyes affectionately - having an answer for everything is something else the butcher is very good at, though he opts not to say as much - Danta props himself up on an elbow to get comfortable in the bed while Asta flops back in the blankets. Smirking to see his antlers spiral back and into the soft haze of grass, he's just settling in to enjoy the view (and not of the mountain range) when the other man suddenly rolls over, only to present him with - of all things - a flower.
Rendered quite speechless, Danta has to resist the urge to utter something like how dare you or reach out to snatch the flower and put it in his mouth; instead, he accepts it with gentle fingers to tuck it safely behind his ear with a quick mutter of thanks and a flush to his cheeks. "I didn't know you had so much beauty in that bloody mind of yours," he remarks with a small smile, shifting to face Asta and stretching out among the blankets to admire the play of shadow on the canopy overhead.
"I do," he admits with a gentle nod. "Having never seen anything like this before, I really do. Thank you - it's perfect."
Rendered quite speechless, Danta has to resist the urge to utter something like how dare you or reach out to snatch the flower and put it in his mouth; instead, he accepts it with gentle fingers to tuck it safely behind his ear with a quick mutter of thanks and a flush to his cheeks. "I didn't know you had so much beauty in that bloody mind of yours," he remarks with a small smile, shifting to face Asta and stretching out among the blankets to admire the play of shadow on the canopy overhead.
"I do," he admits with a gentle nod. "Having never seen anything like this before, I really do. Thank you - it's perfect."
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
