all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach
As expected, the night heats up and the masquerade devolves into the frenetic sort of chaos that Danta can feel drum through his veins like a heartbeat. He watches as liquor lowers inhibitions and dances become less formal, less about listening and more about feeling, and the food and wine flow all too freely. Alas, it also means that there are many more people about than there were at the beginning of the night, and whilst the Maverick has certainly capitalised on one of his rules - that being his freedom to socialise - he makes sure to check in very regularly with his guard dog.
He's just returning to their little spot (much less secluded than it had been) against one of the gnarled, lantern strewn oaks, this time with a basket in hand that he's filled with pilfered sweets, including the cherries he'd seen Asta coveting earlier on. "I'm back," he announces, however obvious it might sound, holding the basket aloft as if bringing a prize back to his lover.
"How are you holding up?" he asks in a lower voice, hanging their spoils on a low brance and slinking close enough to lean agains the butcher's chest, his arms looping gently around him.
He's just returning to their little spot (much less secluded than it had been) against one of the gnarled, lantern strewn oaks, this time with a basket in hand that he's filled with pilfered sweets, including the cherries he'd seen Asta coveting earlier on. "I'm back," he announces, however obvious it might sound, holding the basket aloft as if bringing a prize back to his lover.
"How are you holding up?" he asks in a lower voice, hanging their spoils on a low brance and slinking close enough to lean agains the butcher's chest, his arms looping gently around him.
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.
