all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach
A natural study in opposites, as Asta lurks behind, overdressed and charming, Danta carves the path ahead with his half-buttoned shirt hanging off one shoulder, the soft pastel blue billowing in the warm breeze. A flower blossom from one of the trees has gotten caught in a tangle of his blond hair, making him seem like some ethereal fae prince picking his way through the foliage. Only the crystalline sheen of his horns and the animated flick of his tail show his true nature, and he ducks beneath a bough to step onto a sudden and well-worn path, as if the Greatwood has suddenly picked it out for them.
"It does have a certain something," he agrees as his steps slow and he straightens up properly, glancing towards Asta as he feels the other man's warm palm press to the small of his back. Following his gaze up towards the lanterns, the sight of them has a smile curling at Danta's lips. "Do you suppose Ludo or the will-o-wisps come along and light them up at night?" he asks, bouncing his eyebrows in the butcher's direction. "Or do they have better things to do?"
"It does have a certain something," he agrees as his steps slow and he straightens up properly, glancing towards Asta as he feels the other man's warm palm press to the small of his back. Following his gaze up towards the lanterns, the sight of them has a smile curling at Danta's lips. "Do you suppose Ludo or the will-o-wisps come along and light them up at night?" he asks, bouncing his eyebrows in the butcher's direction. "Or do they have better things to do?"
Dantalion
don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
