I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
"Mm, I would like to think we have, otherwise I have a feeling the swamp is going to be quite angry about what I'm doing here," Danta says, flashing Asta a smirk with his face speckled with crimson from the sap. It splatters further with every strike of the hatchet until, at last, the Maverick frees a suitable piece of root from the Hanging Tree and tucks it away in the satchel slung over his shoulder.
Sweeping hair now streaked with sticky crimson out of his face, he sits back on his heels and offers a sunny smile to his lover. "Never mind the isolation - imagine having to relocate your entire wardrobe here and keep it clean. I hate to say it, Asta, but not many swamp creatures dress quite so impeccably as you. You'd hate it after a week."
Chuckling and carefully rising to his feet, he reaches out an easy hand to offer to help the other man get up, peering towards the skeletal branches overhead. "How many people do you think were killed here?"
Sweeping hair now streaked with sticky crimson out of his face, he sits back on his heels and offers a sunny smile to his lover. "Never mind the isolation - imagine having to relocate your entire wardrobe here and keep it clean. I hate to say it, Asta, but not many swamp creatures dress quite so impeccably as you. You'd hate it after a week."
Chuckling and carefully rising to his feet, he reaches out an easy hand to offer to help the other man get up, peering towards the skeletal branches overhead. "How many people do you think were killed here?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
