you're livin' for the rush, for that royal flush, but you take what you can get
"Not so far at least," Danta says through a grin. Knowing the way the gods and Caido works, there might well come a magical rain in future that's capable of melting people into goo, but as those first fat droplets start to fall, they're entirely innocuous. The Maverick is about to suggest they get going when Asta sinks down and against him, forcing a laugh from his chest as he shifts to adjust against the tree trunk, his own arms winding around the butcher in turn.
"And here I thought you'd had your fill of rain and mud," he mumbles, nosing into Asta's bloodstained hair, his fingers dancing along the tines of one of his horns. The fire obsidian almost looks molten in the light, iridescent and unholy like the dark shadow to Danta's own horns, and the Maverick finds himself smiling despite himself. "I never thought I'd be this lucky, y'know," he mumbles. "To have anything like this, I mean."
"And here I thought you'd had your fill of rain and mud," he mumbles, nosing into Asta's bloodstained hair, his fingers dancing along the tines of one of his horns. The fire obsidian almost looks molten in the light, iridescent and unholy like the dark shadow to Danta's own horns, and the Maverick finds himself smiling despite himself. "I never thought I'd be this lucky, y'know," he mumbles. "To have anything like this, I mean."
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.
