all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach
"Oh, don't I know it." Danta says through a rich laugh, arching a sly brow across to Asta. Liking grittier places is one way of putting it, though the Maverick will happily argue that his fiancé fits in wherever he decides to be, and it has nothing to do with how he chooses to dress himself and everything to do with the presence he exudes. Intimidating, effortlessly confident and with a social mask tougher than the diamond of Danta's horns, being able to talk to waiters is only a fragment of his endless charm.
The warm hand landing atop his own shouldn't be as surprising as it is, but he finds his smile softening nevertheless, turning his hand palm up to clasp Asta's fingers. "Good," he chimes, "because I'm pretty sure you just agreed to have me all to yourself for the rest of our lives, so if you were lukewarm about it I'd be a little worried." Chuckling and glancing up at the arrival of their cocktails, Danta murmurs a thanks and lifts his glass.
"To us," he announces, clinking it against Asta's.
The warm hand landing atop his own shouldn't be as surprising as it is, but he finds his smile softening nevertheless, turning his hand palm up to clasp Asta's fingers. "Good," he chimes, "because I'm pretty sure you just agreed to have me all to yourself for the rest of our lives, so if you were lukewarm about it I'd be a little worried." Chuckling and glancing up at the arrival of their cocktails, Danta murmurs a thanks and lifts his glass.
"To us," he announces, clinking it against Asta's.
Dantalion
don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
