you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"I absolutely recall the judgemental side of you, even if it was only ever briefly and in passing," Danta says with a smirk that's mostly affection but with a touch of wicked delight. "There's a reason they'd say you had a Stick up your Astaroth behind closed doors, you know." Whether that's actually true or if it's something Danta has just made up is irrelevant - he finds it just as amusing now either way.
His smile softens at the thought of the butcher's den up in the Climb - dark, cozy, away from any open spaces where gore crows might fly in, and fit to bursting with the butcher's creations and belongings - Danta can only nod his agreement. "I think I would have too," he agrees. "If we ever go back to the House of Midnight, maybe you can show me."
Halfway to letting his hand drop from the leaves when he notices the play of shadow and mimicry against the Mathair's trunk, for a moment the Maverick freezes as if wondering what's happening, before he slowly relaxes against Asta's side again with a small smile. "Are you doing that on purpose?" he purrs, his tone playful.
His smile softens at the thought of the butcher's den up in the Climb - dark, cozy, away from any open spaces where gore crows might fly in, and fit to bursting with the butcher's creations and belongings - Danta can only nod his agreement. "I think I would have too," he agrees. "If we ever go back to the House of Midnight, maybe you can show me."
Halfway to letting his hand drop from the leaves when he notices the play of shadow and mimicry against the Mathair's trunk, for a moment the Maverick freezes as if wondering what's happening, before he slowly relaxes against Asta's side again with a small smile. "Are you doing that on purpose?" he purrs, his tone playful.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
