you're livin' for the rush, for that royal flush, but you take what you can get
Danta isn't not excited, don't get him wrong - it's just been a very early start for something that Asta has been calling a birthday gift, and he'd spent the majority of the wagon ride out here dozing into the other man's shoulder. The walk has certainly helped though, and the Maverick is watching the eerie roll of the fog as it flees the rays of the sun when his lover speaks up in a way that suggests something is about to happen. And so, turning to lend him his full attention, his gaze sharpens into focus as the words have fun and destroy filter through, a fiendish little smile tugging at his lips.
Asta kisses him on the mouth before he can even consider a response, not that Danta minds one bit, and his smile has turned a bit hazy when the other man pulls away at last, the Maverick's hand lingering warmly against his chest. "I say," he begins, fully intending to purr his indulgent agreement back at the butcher, before something really weird catches his eye over the butcher's shoulder.
"I say what the fuck is that?" Scoffing out a quiet laugh, he gestures for Asta to look as well; across the undergrowth - and quite a feat it is, considering how dense and tangled up it all is out here - what looks like an old snowman is sludging towards them. Only it's made entirely of mud, its little coal eyes partially dripping off its face, the sticks of its arms lopsided and sad-looking.
Asta kisses him on the mouth before he can even consider a response, not that Danta minds one bit, and his smile has turned a bit hazy when the other man pulls away at last, the Maverick's hand lingering warmly against his chest. "I say," he begins, fully intending to purr his indulgent agreement back at the butcher, before something really weird catches his eye over the butcher's shoulder.
"I say what the fuck is that?" Scoffing out a quiet laugh, he gestures for Asta to look as well; across the undergrowth - and quite a feat it is, considering how dense and tangled up it all is out here - what looks like an old snowman is sludging towards them. Only it's made entirely of mud, its little coal eyes partially dripping off its face, the sticks of its arms lopsided and sad-looking.
Dantalion
you play your final ace for a pretty face, tastes like scotch and cigarettes
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
