// you knew who I was //
"You are so good to me," Danta trills, grinning as he steps inside, his own tail flicking gently at his heels and brushing against Asta's calf. "I think the whole masquerade theme means it has to be black, right? That's Ludo's whole thing. But I'm sure it won't mind if we sneak in a few other colours..." Unsurprised to find that they are the tailor's only customers today - and the Maverick calls out a casual greeting to the merchant at the back of the shop - he turns to the fabrics on offer, before casting a careful little glance back at the butcher.
"And you're sure you'll be okay with this?" he asks him softly, even as his hands already reach out to delve into the rows of silk and velvet and chiffon. "Because even if you say you are, if you change your mind while we're here you just need to tell me."
Reaching out, seemingly without rhyme or reason, Danta plucks a dark fabric heavy enough to drape across him but light enough to still billow appealingly, and he holds it up with a raise of his eyebrows. "Perhaps frayed at the edges, like our trickster herald's rags? And lined with..." Grinning, he brushes his fingers across some burnished silk in a deep golden ombre. "This?"
"And you're sure you'll be okay with this?" he asks him softly, even as his hands already reach out to delve into the rows of silk and velvet and chiffon. "Because even if you say you are, if you change your mind while we're here you just need to tell me."
Reaching out, seemingly without rhyme or reason, Danta plucks a dark fabric heavy enough to drape across him but light enough to still billow appealingly, and he holds it up with a raise of his eyebrows. "Perhaps frayed at the edges, like our trickster herald's rags? And lined with..." Grinning, he brushes his fingers across some burnished silk in a deep golden ombre. "This?"
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
