// you knew who I was //
"Oh, will I?" Danta grins over the rim of his teacup, taking a long, slow sip of it before cradling it in his hands as Asta had been doing before. "I don't know about you being right a lot so much as you make sure I know about it when it happens." Repeatedly - just in case he forgets. And as the butcher makes use of a very different kind of magic, the Maverick's eyebrows raise to find himself ushered suddenly backwards.
He might have pushed back against the shadow if the touch - however much it isn't technically Asta doing the touching - wasn't so welcome, the rope slipping from his shoulders entirely as he pads backwards, held up only at the crook of his elbows where he still holds the mug. "Asking me to play fashion favourites over something like this is a little unfair, don't you think?" he purrs, raising the cup for another sip of tea, only this time when he lowers it, the rim is stained ever so delicately with blood.
"Oh," Danta says, his coy smile entirely ruined by the wickedness in his eyes. "I must have bitten my tongue."
He might have pushed back against the shadow if the touch - however much it isn't technically Asta doing the touching - wasn't so welcome, the rope slipping from his shoulders entirely as he pads backwards, held up only at the crook of his elbows where he still holds the mug. "Asking me to play fashion favourites over something like this is a little unfair, don't you think?" he purrs, raising the cup for another sip of tea, only this time when he lowers it, the rim is stained ever so delicately with blood.
"Oh," Danta says, his coy smile entirely ruined by the wickedness in his eyes. "I must have bitten my tongue."
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
