all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach
"Music to my ears," Danta says, smiling the words against the butcher's lips, and it's with the faint scent of chocolate still in his nose that he lets himself be ferried along in Asta's wake. They reach their lurking tree in no time at all, the Maverick reaching out to snag at the basket (which has had the good sense to stay as he's commanded), hanging it in the crook of one arm and gesturing for Asta to continue leading them off into the woods with the other.
"I feel like I'm red riding hood in that fairytale," he remarks with a warm laugh. "Got my own big bad wolf to follow me home." Winking at Asta, Danta waits until they are far enough away from the rumble of noise and music and assorted chaos of the masquerade, before he's finally reaching up to untie his mask. "That was fun," he purrs, "but I imagine you'll agree it was a lot of work. Even more for you than me."
"I feel like I'm red riding hood in that fairytale," he remarks with a warm laugh. "Got my own big bad wolf to follow me home." Winking at Asta, Danta waits until they are far enough away from the rumble of noise and music and assorted chaos of the masquerade, before he's finally reaching up to untie his mask. "That was fun," he purrs, "but I imagine you'll agree it was a lot of work. Even more for you than me."
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.
