// you knew who I was //
"Oh it absolutely will," Danta agrees, already thinking of the scalding hot water and the swathes of steam. "And if we don't feel clean or rested enough tomorrow, I vote we hurry back through the portal for a morning spent in Frey's Breath. You know, just to make sure we're back in full working order." Especially given all of Asta's crash landing earlier on in the day, yes.
Grabbing up a bucket - and not bothering in the slightest to try and keep himself clean given the sheer volume of muck clogging the roadside and the cart wheels, while Asta focuses on shovelling, Danta uses his bare hands to start digging through the mud to free the wheels, loading it into the pail ready for someone else to drag away. He's making slow but steady progress, keeping fire flaring at his fingertips every now and then so they don't go stiff and grey with the cold, when the butcher's curse hits the air.
"Asta?" Straightening up and turning sharply (yes, just in time to see him go down like a sack of shit), Danta claps a muddy hand across his mouth to stifle the bark of laughter that tries to escape, of course coating his face in the process. "Fuck, are you okay?" he almost wheezes, trying to make his way towards the other man and nearly slipping to his doom en route. He luckily maintains his balance - for now - and reaches out a hand slick with dirt to help try and get Asta back on his feet.
Grabbing up a bucket - and not bothering in the slightest to try and keep himself clean given the sheer volume of muck clogging the roadside and the cart wheels, while Asta focuses on shovelling, Danta uses his bare hands to start digging through the mud to free the wheels, loading it into the pail ready for someone else to drag away. He's making slow but steady progress, keeping fire flaring at his fingertips every now and then so they don't go stiff and grey with the cold, when the butcher's curse hits the air.
"Asta?" Straightening up and turning sharply (yes, just in time to see him go down like a sack of shit), Danta claps a muddy hand across his mouth to stifle the bark of laughter that tries to escape, of course coating his face in the process. "Fuck, are you okay?" he almost wheezes, trying to make his way towards the other man and nearly slipping to his doom en route. He luckily maintains his balance - for now - and reaches out a hand slick with dirt to help try and get Asta back on his feet.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
