open hand or closed fist would be fine
"Me neither," Danta says airily. "I suppose it'll stay a mystery for the ages." Nothing to do with his own intense feelings for the butcher, no siree. And as he finally introduces Asta to their dinner plans for the evening, he thinks he hides his nerves quite well up until he spots the flick of the other man's happy tail, and his shoulders relax beneath his coat. "I'm glad you approve," he murmurs against the kiss that suddenly lands on his mouth, Danta smiling and leading them inside.
"The restaurant isn't, but the top floor is," he explains, offering a clearly practiced polite greeting to the person who stops to take their coats, Danta tugging off his gloves and unlooping his scarf and surrendering them to be hung up. "I heard about it in passing," he adds. In passing from someone at the Dusklight, which is what he doesn't mention, though given who he is and where he lives, he doubts anyone would care either way.
Regardless, soon they are headed up to The Attic, with its arched wooden ceiling, low lighting, plush seating and sparkling silverware. It's rustic charm that meets fine dining in a way Danta has never once experienced, and he doesn't try to hide his curiosity as they are led to a table beside one of the large windows overlooking the everlasting bonfire below.
"The restaurant isn't, but the top floor is," he explains, offering a clearly practiced polite greeting to the person who stops to take their coats, Danta tugging off his gloves and unlooping his scarf and surrendering them to be hung up. "I heard about it in passing," he adds. In passing from someone at the Dusklight, which is what he doesn't mention, though given who he is and where he lives, he doubts anyone would care either way.
Regardless, soon they are headed up to The Attic, with its arched wooden ceiling, low lighting, plush seating and sparkling silverware. It's rustic charm that meets fine dining in a way Danta has never once experienced, and he doesn't try to hide his curiosity as they are led to a table beside one of the large windows overlooking the everlasting bonfire below.
Dantalion
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
