Dantalion
be love in its disrepute, scorches the hillside and salts every root
"If you don't, I'm sure I can share what I brought," Danta says with a sunny smile. As if to demonstrate, he reaches into the inside pocket of his coat to withdraw his offering - a hip flask filled with the finest liquor available from the Dusklight, naturally. He's also brought a bit of incense and the skull of a squirrel that Moira had left on the windowsill the morning before, figuring his companion might also like to show her appreciation for the Leafchange goddess.
Replacing the flask and groaning at Asta's good humour in the face of a potential snowpocalypse, he leans further against his side as if tucking himself against the other man will shield him from the imaginary cold. "If only it was just appreciating it from our room," he says with a pointed raise of his eyebrows. However sleepy Asta might get in Deepfrost and however vicious the weather, there are always things to do.
"A jar of excuses?" he echoes. "I could get behind that. Especially if it keeps me from having to go out in the cold." Grinning, Danta casts his gaze back out at the forest and nudges Asta suddenly, nodding up ahead. "I think that might be her, you know." Through the trees whatever clearing has opened up is dominated by a colossal trunk, so it would make sense.
Replacing the flask and groaning at Asta's good humour in the face of a potential snowpocalypse, he leans further against his side as if tucking himself against the other man will shield him from the imaginary cold. "If only it was just appreciating it from our room," he says with a pointed raise of his eyebrows. However sleepy Asta might get in Deepfrost and however vicious the weather, there are always things to do.
"A jar of excuses?" he echoes. "I could get behind that. Especially if it keeps me from having to go out in the cold." Grinning, Danta casts his gaze back out at the forest and nudges Asta suddenly, nodding up ahead. "I think that might be her, you know." Through the trees whatever clearing has opened up is dominated by a colossal trunk, so it would make sense.
be there and just as you stand, or be like the rose that you hold in your hand
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
