all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach
"No, I suppose not," Danta mumbles, his head tipping down further as if to encourage Asta's fingers to continue their magic along the nape of his neck and beyond. The butcher's grin is contagious, and it takes a couple of moments before he can speak again, but at least this time he's got more of an idea. "You know that day we swapped jobs? When I dressed as the Dusklight security and you were behind the bar? We should do that every Longnight."
Especially given that it will be Deepfrost and Asta will be much less likely to bite everyone's heads off. "Either that, or we pick a time during Longnight and we dress like we're going on the most extravagant night out," he offers as an alternative, despite the fact that - like all other Ancients - they wouldn't dare set foot outside in the endless dark and freezing cold.
Shifting enough to gaze up at the butcher as he starts to expand on his deal with Deimos, Danta's brow furrows automatically at the fairly vague exchange. "Information about what?" he wonders. "I never took Deimos for one to engage with spies. That seems much more... well, anyone else."
Laughing, he nevertheless follows Asta's gaze through the drapes to the coat hook and the coat like his, tilting his head before scoffing out a laugh. "I could have gotten you a red coat from anywhere," he declares, entirely missing the point or the importance of it being like his coat. "Now we are going to match and look ridiculous." Beaming, he silences any retort Asta might have about it with a sudden kiss.
Especially given that it will be Deepfrost and Asta will be much less likely to bite everyone's heads off. "Either that, or we pick a time during Longnight and we dress like we're going on the most extravagant night out," he offers as an alternative, despite the fact that - like all other Ancients - they wouldn't dare set foot outside in the endless dark and freezing cold.
Shifting enough to gaze up at the butcher as he starts to expand on his deal with Deimos, Danta's brow furrows automatically at the fairly vague exchange. "Information about what?" he wonders. "I never took Deimos for one to engage with spies. That seems much more... well, anyone else."
Laughing, he nevertheless follows Asta's gaze through the drapes to the coat hook and the coat like his, tilting his head before scoffing out a laugh. "I could have gotten you a red coat from anywhere," he declares, entirely missing the point or the importance of it being like his coat. "Now we are going to match and look ridiculous." Beaming, he silences any retort Asta might have about it with a sudden kiss.
Dantalion
don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
