// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
Danta is already wrinkling his nose towards the bloat beetle, as if to tell Asta right away that it's not really what he's craving. In truth he should really be craving anything to take away the sting of bloodlust in his veins, but hey, if he's going to briefly lose his mind, it may as well be on something tasty. Lingering a few feet from Asta as he scouts the path, Danta's hands are in his pockets and his eyes on the sky, the sunset soaking him in hues of gold and amber.
"No, I want to hunt with you today," he says softly, kicking at a pebble underfoot. He doesn't want to stand around and wait for Asta to rush some prey animal at him; he wants to feel a part of it. Slinking up behind the butcher to wind his arms around his middle, Danta lets out a long sigh and buries his face against the other man's back, closing his eyes to consider their hunt.
"Maybe a pack of wolves. Or a bear," he says, smiling into Asta's shirt. "Though deer would be easier, I'll admit."
"No, I want to hunt with you today," he says softly, kicking at a pebble underfoot. He doesn't want to stand around and wait for Asta to rush some prey animal at him; he wants to feel a part of it. Slinking up behind the butcher to wind his arms around his middle, Danta lets out a long sigh and buries his face against the other man's back, closing his eyes to consider their hunt.
"Maybe a pack of wolves. Or a bear," he says, smiling into Asta's shirt. "Though deer would be easier, I'll admit."
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
