[SWE] bark at the moon

// you've got a passion in those eyes //

Feeling thoroughly invigorated by the kiss of the flames and with a broad, fanged grin, Danta glances back around for his lover to find out what trouble he's gotten himself into during his brief absence. He doesn't expect him to actually have encountered any, though, so when he spots Astaroth in Kaisel and Flora's company, it's with the assumption that they're just enjoying themselves.

Then Kai throws a drink at Asta and gets (as much as he can) in his face.

Danta's hands drop where they've been brushing ash from his clothes, his expression melting into something dangerously neutral. He has no idea of the context, but given that the butcher is his ride or die, it hardly matters. If he's fighting, they're fighting. Or at least that's his intention until he sees the first warning signs of Asta's haunt start to bleed out.

Feeling his breath freeze in his throat and his body recoil instinctively, the Maverick is close enough to be able to catch hold of Flora's hand as if to tug her back away from Asta, tail lashing fretfully at his heels. "We don't want to be here," he whispers, though whether she hears his voice over the din of the festival is anyone's guess.

Dantalion

// so aim it straight and true //