// there's shadows on the walls //
By the time the lanterns start to go out, Danta has made himself thoroughly comfortable at the base of the gnarled tree where he and Astaroth have decided to set up camp, accepting bites of crackers and meat and cheese from the butcher - and flashing a sharp smile and a wave right back at Thalassa as he spots her. He's just in the process of topping up their glasses with cider when he notces the dragon lantern all alone in the proceedings, and then Isla's delighted smile and Edrei's one-in-a-million entrance.
"Well, shit," he murmurs, nosing into the sharp curve of Asta's jaw. "Didn't realise our doctor kept such interesting friends." With such excellent tits and such interesting bulges in their pants. Alas, it's absolutely not the right time or place for him to go and say hello, so he settles back once more to relax and enjoy the rest of the festival, more than content with his current company.
"Well, shit," he murmurs, nosing into the sharp curve of Asta's jaw. "Didn't realise our doctor kept such interesting friends." With such excellent tits and such interesting bulges in their pants. Alas, it's absolutely not the right time or place for him to go and say hello, so he settles back once more to relax and enjoy the rest of the festival, more than content with his current company.
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
