that's not right, there's a person behind those eyes
"Oh?" Danta has fallen into a comfortable silence as dirt tracks and jungle settle into wet sand and, a little later, real road beneath their feet, and he turns to glance up at the butcher, smiling automatically at the sun that casts a radiant halo around his head. "I was feeling rather the same," he admits with an easy shrug, head turning to better accept the kiss Asta delivers to his temple. "Leafchange or no, stag or no, I'm feeling quite possessive over you right now," he tells him, his tone still breezy but his fingers flexing against the other Ancient's hip.
"And it's true - we might be a little busy first thing when we get back. But after that I'll make it up to you." Behind closed doors and among their familiar comforts, the Maverick will likely need to be persuaded to emerge again any time soon. That's for later, though - right now they need to make sure Danta isn't wheeling a very fetching statue home, and he nods at a little outpost along the roadside that doesn't seem manned by anyone, but he has a feeling there will be an emergency stash of fountain water. "Shall we check that out?"
"And it's true - we might be a little busy first thing when we get back. But after that I'll make it up to you." Behind closed doors and among their familiar comforts, the Maverick will likely need to be persuaded to emerge again any time soon. That's for later, though - right now they need to make sure Danta isn't wheeling a very fetching statue home, and he nods at a little outpost along the roadside that doesn't seem manned by anyone, but he has a feeling there will be an emergency stash of fountain water. "Shall we check that out?"
Dantalion
that's not right, any crack is a sign of lies
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
