sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth

in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue

"Yeah, she told me as much," Danta mutters of Thal, "though she didn't mention it was Pierce." His nose wrinkles at the memory of the hulking brute, and he stills a bit as Asta's hands map their way up to thread through his hair. "And from one abused animal to another, you'll forgive me for not excusing the behaviour. If it was aimed at the party, why not come talk with both of us? It's not like she's a stranger to me."

One of his hands comes up to cover Asta's, Danta leaning into his touch, though the frown still draws his brows together. "If you're sure..." He sighs, shifting forward to rest his forehead against the butcher's, despite the silken slip of fabric still covering his eyes. "You sure it's just Pierce she's in love with?" he asks, only half joking. "Not that I'd blame her."

Dantalion