[SE] poems that the earth writes upon the sky

Dantalion

be love in its disrepute, scorches the hillside and salts every root

"Oh gods no," Danta says through a bark of laughter. "The Mathair will stop the sky screaming when she's good and ready, I think, no matter how many people tell her she's pretty." Grinning up at Asta as he draws closer, it's a subtle thing, the way he angles himself more into the butcher's touch, but his steps slow to more of a stroll as they continue through the undergrowth together. "I did still bring her an offering though, obviously."

Asta isn't wrong about the seasonal deities spicing things up either, but at the prospect of the Eirachi getting involved, his nose scrunches up in childish distaste. He knows of the other man's history in Halo, so it seems appropriate that he isn't quite as affronted by it, but asking Deepfrost to be more frosty feels like a bad idea to him.

"If we do, I hope she keeps it localised to Halo," he says, glancing sidelong towards the butcher with a smirk. "Though I wouldn't say no to another excuse to hole up with you for the entire season."

be there and just as you stand, or be like the rose that you hold in your hand