all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach
Having swept away the shards of glass, Danta is in the process of dumping them in the trash - next to a jumble of broken pieces of what might have been a chair, Asta will note - when the butcher's hoarse voice rings through the large and empty space. It's a rarity for the Dusklight to be this quiet, but evidently Danta had been serious when he'd sent everyone away, and as he turns to face Asta it's written all over his face that he hasn't slept a wink.
"Hey," he says, keeping his voice as soft as the smile on his lips, his feet carrying him across the room to the other man without a moment's thought. "Welcome back." To the land of the living, he should say, Danta slipping careful arms around the taller Ancient to corral him closer without jostling him too much.
"What do you need?" he asks. Booze? Breakfast? Another twelve hours in the dark? Nothing, evidently, is too much trouble this morning.
"Hey," he says, keeping his voice as soft as the smile on his lips, his feet carrying him across the room to the other man without a moment's thought. "Welcome back." To the land of the living, he should say, Danta slipping careful arms around the taller Ancient to corral him closer without jostling him too much.
"What do you need?" he asks. Booze? Breakfast? Another twelve hours in the dark? Nothing, evidently, is too much trouble this morning.
Dantalion
don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
