in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"I just figured we could use something lowkey for a bit, since Leafchange has been so intense so far," Danta says with a quiet laugh, though he's busy threading his fingers through Asta's hair by now, more preoccupied with the way he's steered the conversation, unintentional though it might have been. Perhaps it's because the butcher is blindfolded that it's easier, though it doesn't stop the set of the Maverick's jaw as he forces the words out, his tone carefully level.
"Am I too much, sometimes? For you?" he asks in a low voice. "It's been playing on my mind since the masquerade, when Thal showed up. She waited until I wasn't looking, made a joke about you needing to be saved. I know you two talk a lot, so I wondered if you'd said something to her that you felt you couldn't say to me." And I didn't care for it.
"Am I too much, sometimes? For you?" he asks in a low voice. "It's been playing on my mind since the masquerade, when Thal showed up. She waited until I wasn't looking, made a joke about you needing to be saved. I know you two talk a lot, so I wondered if you'd said something to her that you felt you couldn't say to me." And I didn't care for it.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
