in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Watching through suddenly tired eyes as Asta moves about the little cabin, Danta does at least manage a soft smirk to himself as the other man also draws up his glamour; he feels it might be more necessary than anything for him on this particular trip. Shifting enough to welcome him into the bunk, the Maverick is like putty as Asta manoeuvres them, settling like a dead weight into his chest, his eyes already drifting shut.
"I'll do my best," he murmurs, the words hummed around an almost apologetic smile. "Sorry. I should be the one comforting you after you got bashed around in King's End." Something about Asta popping up completely fine (more or less) with another horrific story to tell has reminded Danta of their ill-fated encounter with a certain Wicker Woman, what can he say?
"And I suppose I haven't had you quite as much to myself as I'm used to, this trip," he adds. Not that he's remotely complaining about it, but it has still been a change.
"I'll do my best," he murmurs, the words hummed around an almost apologetic smile. "Sorry. I should be the one comforting you after you got bashed around in King's End." Something about Asta popping up completely fine (more or less) with another horrific story to tell has reminded Danta of their ill-fated encounter with a certain Wicker Woman, what can he say?
"And I suppose I haven't had you quite as much to myself as I'm used to, this trip," he adds. Not that he's remotely complaining about it, but it has still been a change.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
