storm's comin', I can see the clouds
Sweeping his soaked hair back out of his face and behind his horns, Danta is just uselessly turning the wine bottle upside down to find it empty but for a trickle of rainwater when he senses, more than he sees, the approach of something nearby. Bristling immediately, his tail lashing out like a whipcrack, it's only when he spots the shape of a fyrhund and the way the rain hisses off its body that he relaxes. It can only be one man, and as Asta approaches the Maverick's hand raises immediately to scritch behind one craggy ear with stiff fingers.
"You're all wet," he slurs, voice low and apologetic as if this is another thing he's caused tonight by not managing to keep himself under control. "You din't have to come find me," he continues quietly, letting out a long and shuddering sigh. "M'glad you did, though. I dunno what to do, Asta," he admits, the bottle slipping from his free hand to clink to the cobbles. "I wanna go home, but I..."
Sitting up(ish), he scrubs both hands across his wet face and huffs out another shivery breath. "Lately I feel like it's a place where I only ever feel bad about shit. An' I don't wanna go there like this again."
"You're all wet," he slurs, voice low and apologetic as if this is another thing he's caused tonight by not managing to keep himself under control. "You din't have to come find me," he continues quietly, letting out a long and shuddering sigh. "M'glad you did, though. I dunno what to do, Asta," he admits, the bottle slipping from his free hand to clink to the cobbles. "I wanna go home, but I..."
Sitting up(ish), he scrubs both hands across his wet face and huffs out another shivery breath. "Lately I feel like it's a place where I only ever feel bad about shit. An' I don't wanna go there like this again."
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
