in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Once is one time too many, Danta might have said, but he's still too busy making his visual assessment of the man at his side to bother with such quips. Nevertheless, he forces himself to relax a fraction - Asta is here and clearly well enough to make the trip back home, despite whatever bumpy ride he'd had in King's End, and the Maverick has seen him in much worse states than this.
The knowledge isn't exactly comforting, but it's enough for him to manage a smile that's at least superficially like his usual swagger as the butcher gets them to their feet and starts leading them belowdecks, Danta nodding. "My pleasure," he mumbles, stepping down into the warm darkness of the ship. Other passengers are already milling about here and there, carting luggage into their own little cabins, and Danta turns them down a couple of corridors before finding the number on their door; home for the flight back to the Grounds.
"After you," he murmurs, unlocking the door and pushing it open to reveal their bags already neatly stacked and ready for them. It's small cozy, with a little porthole to peep out of and watch the world go by and a bunk large enough to accommodate the two of them, though it will likely still be a bit cramped for someone as tall as Asta.
Danta waits to click the door shut and turn the key in the lock before he turns back to the butcher, letting out a long sigh that shivers just a little at the end. "Where did it get you?" he asks, glancing to the dry blood on instinct as if assuming there.
The knowledge isn't exactly comforting, but it's enough for him to manage a smile that's at least superficially like his usual swagger as the butcher gets them to their feet and starts leading them belowdecks, Danta nodding. "My pleasure," he mumbles, stepping down into the warm darkness of the ship. Other passengers are already milling about here and there, carting luggage into their own little cabins, and Danta turns them down a couple of corridors before finding the number on their door; home for the flight back to the Grounds.
"After you," he murmurs, unlocking the door and pushing it open to reveal their bags already neatly stacked and ready for them. It's small cozy, with a little porthole to peep out of and watch the world go by and a bunk large enough to accommodate the two of them, though it will likely still be a bit cramped for someone as tall as Asta.
Danta waits to click the door shut and turn the key in the lock before he turns back to the butcher, letting out a long sigh that shivers just a little at the end. "Where did it get you?" he asks, glancing to the dry blood on instinct as if assuming there.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
