storm's comin', I can see the clouds
Watching through hazy eyes as Asta draws to his feet, Danta does automatically lean away from the butcher as his arms close around him, but although two sides of himself are at war with how to react, ultimately he's too cold and wet and tired to do anything but fold into his embrace. "I like the voodoo one," he mumbles into the side of Asta's neck.
He's referring to a small, ramshackle little inn tucked right in the deepest corner of the Last Whisper; one they've never been to, admittedly, but one Danta comments on every time they pass. It looks like it's been squeezed to fit between larger buildings, none of the proportions quite making sense, and there's always an array of voodoo dolls hanging just inside the window. One of them, Danta swears each time they lay eyes on it, is the spitting image of his lover.
"M'sorry for leavin'," he mumbles absently, essentially a dead weight in Asta's arms - even more so given how much of him is trying to turn to stone.
He's referring to a small, ramshackle little inn tucked right in the deepest corner of the Last Whisper; one they've never been to, admittedly, but one Danta comments on every time they pass. It looks like it's been squeezed to fit between larger buildings, none of the proportions quite making sense, and there's always an array of voodoo dolls hanging just inside the window. One of them, Danta swears each time they lay eyes on it, is the spitting image of his lover.
"M'sorry for leavin'," he mumbles absently, essentially a dead weight in Asta's arms - even more so given how much of him is trying to turn to stone.
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
