// you knew who I was //
"I don't know if I'm capable," Danta says with a smirk to himself as they start to hurry back towards the square, thoroughly drenched and with the drum of the rain continuing to wick away any warmth they might try to kindle. Saying less isn't really in his wheelhouse, as the butcher would well know. Still, as Asta creates the ball of flame he lets out a sigh of instant relief, pulling his greying hands from his pockets to let his fingers dance through the other man's pulse of power.
Muttering his thanks and trying to ignore the weariness that tries to worm its way into every step, as he takes his hands back and wipes at his face, he's pleased to see some of the mud finally coming away without any fresh dirt to replace it. "At least we might be a little cleaner by the time we get home," he says quietly, glancing up so he can concentrate on hurrying down the steps to the Last Whisper.
It's even cooler down here, alas, though there's less actual mud to deal with right now and more just rivulets of dirty water, Danta trying to avoid the puddles and making a beeline for the Dusklight. "You're right, though. This is fucking miserable."
Muttering his thanks and trying to ignore the weariness that tries to worm its way into every step, as he takes his hands back and wipes at his face, he's pleased to see some of the mud finally coming away without any fresh dirt to replace it. "At least we might be a little cleaner by the time we get home," he says quietly, glancing up so he can concentrate on hurrying down the steps to the Last Whisper.
It's even cooler down here, alas, though there's less actual mud to deal with right now and more just rivulets of dirty water, Danta trying to avoid the puddles and making a beeline for the Dusklight. "You're right, though. This is fucking miserable."
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
