all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach
"I make nothing if not intriguing points," Danta agrees, grinning and tilting his head into the fuss against his hair much in the way a cat might. Rarely logical or practical are his points, but intriguing he has in abundance. Still, he can't help but to regret the suggestion when Asta finally starts to move, the Maverick having been relishing the lick of flame against his bare flesh.
He grumbles himself to his feet with the other man's assistance, cleaning himself up and accepting his clothes to shimmy back into as they find them scattered around the forest. In the end, he's not nearly as put-together as when they arrived at the masquerade - and he keeps his mask tied to his cape (which isn't on straight but whatever) - but it's passable. "Alright," he says at last, drifting back towards the butcher like they are magnets of opposing poles.
"Let's go home."
~FIN
He grumbles himself to his feet with the other man's assistance, cleaning himself up and accepting his clothes to shimmy back into as they find them scattered around the forest. In the end, he's not nearly as put-together as when they arrived at the masquerade - and he keeps his mask tied to his cape (which isn't on straight but whatever) - but it's passable. "Alright," he says at last, drifting back towards the butcher like they are magnets of opposing poles.
"Let's go home."
~FIN
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.
