you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself
"...Maybe," Danta mutters, equally as suspicious, and as Asta parts from him somewhat to go and investigate beyond their tent, he won't find the Maverick straying far. Stepping up beside the butcher to peer out into the suddenly cloud-thick sky still stifling with its heat, he almost flinches back at the first light drops of sudden rain. "It did find us," he says, almost accusingly, and he's already tugging the other man back inside where they won't get wet. The tent is sturdy as well as colourful, and with luck this will only be a passing (screaming) shower.
"Never mind what you see," he continues, ferrying Asta closer as if to distract him with a return to their original plan. "If anyone manages to find us all the way out here they deserve whatever they get, in my opinion." Whether that's being soaked in a sudden desert downpour or systematically murdered by a tightly-wound Ancient, the blame falls squarely on their shoulders.
Danta's fingers carefully clasp Asta's jaw as if to keep his attention front and centre before he leans in to kiss him at last, lips soft and body pliant in his arms as if to assure him that whatever might be happening around them, he isn't going anywhere.
"Never mind what you see," he continues, ferrying Asta closer as if to distract him with a return to their original plan. "If anyone manages to find us all the way out here they deserve whatever they get, in my opinion." Whether that's being soaked in a sudden desert downpour or systematically murdered by a tightly-wound Ancient, the blame falls squarely on their shoulders.
Danta's fingers carefully clasp Asta's jaw as if to keep his attention front and centre before he leans in to kiss him at last, lips soft and body pliant in his arms as if to assure him that whatever might be happening around them, he isn't going anywhere.
Dantalion
I'll break it to you easy, this is hell
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
