// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
"Foxy, slutty - you're full of adjectives today," Danta purrs as they head for the door, only to be briefly interrupted by Moira. "You know she can't stay mad at you," the Maverick assures him, leaning his cheek into her downy warmth and lifting a hand to brush one of his fingers across her feathery chest. Spending a few moments preening her bonded in return, it isn't long before Moira does hop from Danta to perch on Asta's shoulder instead, evidently preferring the vantage point.
The Dusklight, as the butcher had explained, is much like what he expects, Danta grinning and clearly thriving on the frenetic energy. "I will see you after you make your first rounds," he calls to Asta, tipping him a wink before sliding seamlessly into the fray.
He collects a drink, greets a few regulars and introduces himself to some newcomers, directing the flow of chaos to and from the bar and encouraging some shyer patrons to absolutely take their partying somewhere private, if they are so inclined. Once he makes it behind the counter, he spends a lingering few minutes helping to make a fruit punch for a large party in attendance - one that is sweetly, deceptively strong.
Only once they are gone does he get a second to breathe and, more importantly, accept the small stack of letters having been left for him behind the bar for perusal.
The Dusklight, as the butcher had explained, is much like what he expects, Danta grinning and clearly thriving on the frenetic energy. "I will see you after you make your first rounds," he calls to Asta, tipping him a wink before sliding seamlessly into the fray.
He collects a drink, greets a few regulars and introduces himself to some newcomers, directing the flow of chaos to and from the bar and encouraging some shyer patrons to absolutely take their partying somewhere private, if they are so inclined. Once he makes it behind the counter, he spends a lingering few minutes helping to make a fruit punch for a large party in attendance - one that is sweetly, deceptively strong.
Only once they are gone does he get a second to breathe and, more importantly, accept the small stack of letters having been left for him behind the bar for perusal.
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
