in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
There’s a little more of Danta in the Maverick’s gaze as his eyes flash up towards Asta on his approach, but the butcher is right to be slow and cautious about it. Still, by the time the other man is able to step up beside him, it’s with a slow, deep inhale that he sits back from the carcass of the fox. Its ribcage shines stark white in the moonlight, scraps of fur and viscera left behind for any other carrion who might care to take it. Danta, at least, is done in every sense of the word, and it’s with a tired smile that he nods and accepts Asta’s hand with blood-slick fingers.
Hauling himself unsteadily to his feet and fighting not to totter into the butcher entirely, he wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve as if to try to neaten himself up a bit - not that he’s at all successful. ”Thank you,” he rumbles through a voice that sounds hoarse to his own ears. ”I’d… yeah. If you don’t mind?” Already feeling his eyes growing heavy, for once Danta doesn’t hesitate before shrinking back down into the form of a gore crow, chirping up at his lover for assistance.
Hauling himself unsteadily to his feet and fighting not to totter into the butcher entirely, he wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve as if to try to neaten himself up a bit - not that he’s at all successful. ”Thank you,” he rumbles through a voice that sounds hoarse to his own ears. ”I’d… yeah. If you don’t mind?” Already feeling his eyes growing heavy, for once Danta doesn’t hesitate before shrinking back down into the form of a gore crow, chirping up at his lover for assistance.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
