when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
Drawn back against the butcher's side the moment they make it away from the main floor of the Dusklight, Danta has no qualms about being ferried along and up into their rooms. "Mm, I can only agree," he purrs as he steps inside, stretching his arms high over his head and immediately seizing his shirt afterwards to drag it off, tossing it over the back of the couch. For all the sugar he's just consumed, everything about the Maverick nevertheless screams exhaustion, and he toes off his shoes before turning back towards Asta.
"Maybe now you can stop tiring yourself out being so spooky," he suggests with a crooked smile, padding across the room to the butcher to coil his arms around him, fingers pressing firmly into his shoulders as if to work some more of that tension out. "Let's go to bed, yeah? You usually feel better in the morning."
"Maybe now you can stop tiring yourself out being so spooky," he suggests with a crooked smile, padding across the room to the butcher to coil his arms around him, fingers pressing firmly into his shoulders as if to work some more of that tension out. "Let's go to bed, yeah? You usually feel better in the morning."
The Maverick
you soon find you have few choices, I learned the voices died with me
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
