// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
With his gloves and scarf saturated with blood, there's really little reason to keep them on any longer, but as the slow haze of post-bloodlust slowly blankets him, Danta barely realises the state of himself. He sighs, long and hard, jumping ever so slightly as Asta reaches for him, as if not expecting the other man's touch. Offering a quiet nod as if to tell him he's alright, he glances towards Thalassa and the remains of her kill and trails after the other Ancient as he draws closer.
"I will leave that up to Asta," he says quietly, the butcher already stepping forward to carve up whatever he wants from the wolf (which includes its head, apparently, and the Maverick is not complaining about that in the slightest). "It's been a while since I hunted with a group," he says, still a bit distant with the too-close memory of violence and chaos singing through his blood.
"Thanks for having us, Thal."
"I will leave that up to Asta," he says quietly, the butcher already stepping forward to carve up whatever he wants from the wolf (which includes its head, apparently, and the Maverick is not complaining about that in the slightest). "It's been a while since I hunted with a group," he says, still a bit distant with the too-close memory of violence and chaos singing through his blood.
"Thanks for having us, Thal."
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
