open hand or closed fist would be fine
"You are getting wiser day after day. More mature, like the finest of wines," Danta boasts, grinning. "And I can personally vouch for your depth of flavour," he adds almost under his breath, his smile turning unashamedly wicked as they meander towards the busier areas of the Inner Quarter. Which is just about when they are accosted and Moira comes to their swift rescue.
Asta's laughter echoes richly around them as Danta's companion wheels off with no shortage of black plumage clutched in her claws, the interloping crow absolutely nowhere to be seen by now. "She is," he purrs in agreement, "but only for you. She has very strong feelings about you." Unsurprising, given with whom she shares a bond, but even so.
Letting Moira continue to go about her shenanigans, Danta leads them forward again and points, surprisingly, up to a well lit space on the top floor of a nearby restaurant. "It's called The Attic, shockingly," he says with a grin. "It's a little bistro that looks out over the bonfire. Does that suit you?"
Asta's laughter echoes richly around them as Danta's companion wheels off with no shortage of black plumage clutched in her claws, the interloping crow absolutely nowhere to be seen by now. "She is," he purrs in agreement, "but only for you. She has very strong feelings about you." Unsurprising, given with whom she shares a bond, but even so.
Letting Moira continue to go about her shenanigans, Danta leads them forward again and points, surprisingly, up to a well lit space on the top floor of a nearby restaurant. "It's called The Attic, shockingly," he says with a grin. "It's a little bistro that looks out over the bonfire. Does that suit you?"
Dantalion
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
