that's not right, there's a person behind those eyes
Huffing to himself, Danta leans into Asta's grip and has to stop himself from twisting to look at the petrifying arm every few seconds. "I haven't decided yet," he tells him petulantly, even going so far as to conjure little snippets of fire that pretend to bite at Asta's heels like tiny flaming gremlins. "I'll let you know when we're on our way home."
The going is quicker, at least, now that they aren't on a blind search for a cockatrice and they know the direction to get back away from the Oerwoud and out into the Torchline tropics. Or perhaps it isn't, and Danta is just walking faster to try and beat the stone creeping through his lover's veins. Either way, they settle into an easy rhythm and he manages a smirk across at the butcher.
"Yes," he says. "We've been away for quite a while this Longheat." For very good reason, don't get him wrong, and the twinkle of the ring on his finger says as much, but still. He'd like to be at home for a little while before they head into the desert to stop Asta from tearing anyone's head off.
The going is quicker, at least, now that they aren't on a blind search for a cockatrice and they know the direction to get back away from the Oerwoud and out into the Torchline tropics. Or perhaps it isn't, and Danta is just walking faster to try and beat the stone creeping through his lover's veins. Either way, they settle into an easy rhythm and he manages a smirk across at the butcher.
"Yes," he says. "We've been away for quite a while this Longheat." For very good reason, don't get him wrong, and the twinkle of the ring on his finger says as much, but still. He'd like to be at home for a little while before they head into the desert to stop Asta from tearing anyone's head off.
Dantalion
that's not right, any crack is a sign of lies
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
