// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
Danta prefers to think of himself as the nuisance who yanks Asta's chain rather than his significant other, but regardless, there's no denying that his status in the butcher's life is... well... significant. And, as Thal is about to find out, his style of leadership is much like his personality; that is, kind of like aiming a loose cannon at something important and hoping for the best.
He arrives in what he assumes is good time for their little outing, the metal heel of his boots preceding his arrival in a series of leisurely clicks. Like his fellow Ancient, he's also dressed in his usual - a ruddy leather coat left open with nothing but pale, scar flecked skin on show beneath it, and a pair of dark pants good for hiding bloodstains. Raising a hand bedecked with rings and flashing her a fanged smile, he sketches a roguish little bow as he draws up before her.
"Even better to see you, Thal," he croons. "And I am, in fact. I've been craving sushi for a few days. We can take to the skies to look out for some if you've a shift with wings?"
He arrives in what he assumes is good time for their little outing, the metal heel of his boots preceding his arrival in a series of leisurely clicks. Like his fellow Ancient, he's also dressed in his usual - a ruddy leather coat left open with nothing but pale, scar flecked skin on show beneath it, and a pair of dark pants good for hiding bloodstains. Raising a hand bedecked with rings and flashing her a fanged smile, he sketches a roguish little bow as he draws up before her.
"Even better to see you, Thal," he croons. "And I am, in fact. I've been craving sushi for a few days. We can take to the skies to look out for some if you've a shift with wings?"
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
