that's not right, there's a person behind those eyes
"I have my moments," Danta purrs. Of wisdom, he means, the Maverick surrendering the bottle to Asta for him to take a drink and accepting it back willingly enough. He tries and fails to hide his soft laughter as he catches the other man's wagging tail, having to make himself focus on dousing the stony looking flesh of his lover's arm so he doesn't waste any water. The going is slow as a result, but it seems to be working he thinks, and Danta doesn't bother to hide the relief to realise as much.
"Ugh, me neither," he mutters of the fountain. Wine rather than water, sure, but just as potent. "It shouldn't be too long now, I don't think." And until then, they'll just have to make sure they visit here often enough to take full advantage of it. "I think that should do it," he says. "How are you feeling?"
"Ugh, me neither," he mutters of the fountain. Wine rather than water, sure, but just as potent. "It shouldn't be too long now, I don't think." And until then, they'll just have to make sure they visit here often enough to take full advantage of it. "I think that should do it," he says. "How are you feeling?"
Dantalion
that's not right, any crack is a sign of lies
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
