storm's comin', I can see the clouds
Shivering and arching his back automatically into the long fingers that press and fan out against his shoulders, Danta's smile back at Asta is nothing short of lovestruck, and he leans in to brush his nose against the butcher's. "Is it?" he asks. "I recall not finding it at all easy to remember when we'd run into each other back in the Climb." Granted, that had been vindictive and on purpose and Danta had called him everything from Alice to Absinthe, but the point still stands.
But then Asta calls him Dandelion and he can't stop the laugh that scoffs out of him. "Did you just call me a weed?" he demands, relaxing enough to rest his cheek against the other man's chest as he peers up at him. "Not that it doesn't fit - I am a bit gangly, and very blond. But fine, fine, Astaroth," he purrs, letting his name roll off his tongue like something sacred.
But then Asta calls him Dandelion and he can't stop the laugh that scoffs out of him. "Did you just call me a weed?" he demands, relaxing enough to rest his cheek against the other man's chest as he peers up at him. "Not that it doesn't fit - I am a bit gangly, and very blond. But fine, fine, Astaroth," he purrs, letting his name roll off his tongue like something sacred.
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
