we're born at night, so much of our life
"Normally I'm an advocate for tempting fate at every turn, but you're right. If this sled tips over, I'm calling it good and we can have someone else come back out here to collect the firewood another time," Danta says through a laugh, tucking his gloved hands back into his pockets to keep them warm, not bothering to hide his satisfaction to see his kiss caught and kept.
"Hook you into it, you say?" Grinning at that and looking appropriately wicked, Danta takes another couple of steps back to give Asta room to shift, marvelling as usual at the sight of the fiery stag that replaces him. He's even more resplendent against the bleak white of the snow; a luxere's shadow lurking in wait.
"You're lucky I don't make you into a stew," he quips with a dark laugh, grabbing up the harness to strap Asta into it, careful not to singe his coat or scarf as he ducks around those smouldering antlers.
"Alright, I think you're ready to go," he tells him, giving him a smack on the rump for good measure - and promptly shifting into a gore grow before he can get kicked for the trouble. Perching on the feirw's back (for now) and being careful with his talons, this seems a much faster route home either way.
"Hook you into it, you say?" Grinning at that and looking appropriately wicked, Danta takes another couple of steps back to give Asta room to shift, marvelling as usual at the sight of the fiery stag that replaces him. He's even more resplendent against the bleak white of the snow; a luxere's shadow lurking in wait.
"You're lucky I don't make you into a stew," he quips with a dark laugh, grabbing up the harness to strap Asta into it, careful not to singe his coat or scarf as he ducks around those smouldering antlers.
"Alright, I think you're ready to go," he tells him, giving him a smack on the rump for good measure - and promptly shifting into a gore grow before he can get kicked for the trouble. Perching on the feirw's back (for now) and being careful with his talons, this seems a much faster route home either way.
Dantalion
is just carvin' through the dark
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
