in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"You should reconsider your career and take up taste testing, you know," Danta says, the praise in his tone obvious that Asta has gotten it right. "Correct, coffee. I started off trying to replicate the martini you like, but then I noticed some coffee extract on the counter. I couldn't help myself, especially since I was planning this." Setting the fork aside - and swiping a bit of frosting from the corner of Asta's lips, the Maverick's free hand reaches up to carefully tuck his hair back behind his horns, leaving him immaculate.
"There's one more to try, but first," he says, his tone growing a touch uncertain despite the bravado that mostly covers it up, "...can I ask you a question?" His fingers remain gently curled at the tips of Astas dark hair, feathering the silken strands as if for something to hold onto and fuss.
"There's one more to try, but first," he says, his tone growing a touch uncertain despite the bravado that mostly covers it up, "...can I ask you a question?" His fingers remain gently curled at the tips of Astas dark hair, feathering the silken strands as if for something to hold onto and fuss.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
