// there's shadows on the walls //
Danta's expression is somewhat unreadable as they take their seats to watch the ceremony progress; he leans into the arm that slips around him, his hand dropping to rest atop Astaroth's knee. If nothing else, clearly whatever is happening between Kiada and Fox has stilled his urge to fidget, the Maverick quiet and attentive in a way rarely seen to those who know him.
"How many weddings do you suppose Charlie has officiated?" he whispers, only once things are tied neatly in a bow, Danta rising to his feet to offer his congratulations for the couple stepping down into the Temple proper.
Speaking of their little priestess, he offers a fanged grin and a wink to Charlie as if congratulate her as well; for a job well done and for allowing the celebration to be one that involves their dark goddess as well as the happy couple. Turning to glance up to Asta, he can't help the next question that spills from his lips, leaning in to almost whisper it to the butcher. "This is the part where we can get drunk, right?"
"How many weddings do you suppose Charlie has officiated?" he whispers, only once things are tied neatly in a bow, Danta rising to his feet to offer his congratulations for the couple stepping down into the Temple proper.
Speaking of their little priestess, he offers a fanged grin and a wink to Charlie as if congratulate her as well; for a job well done and for allowing the celebration to be one that involves their dark goddess as well as the happy couple. Turning to glance up to Asta, he can't help the next question that spills from his lips, leaning in to almost whisper it to the butcher. "This is the part where we can get drunk, right?"
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
