when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
She summoned me to The Climb is enough to make sense of the Butcher's attire at least, Danta nodding quietly to hear Asta out, thumb brushing across the scruff on his cheek now that he realises the mark on his face isn't the sort of wound that requires wine to heal. But to hear that the other man had seen their goddess has an immediate and delighted smile spreading across his face. "You did?" he repeats, voice almost a whisper. "Isn't she incredible?" He could speak at length - and has done - about being in their goddess's physical presence, but it seems the Butcher isn't finished.
And as he drops the real news, the demigod news, Danta is already shoving the blankets aside to scramble to his knees, disbelief and awe fighting for dominance on his face. Cupping Asta's cheeks in both hands like he might see the divinity running through his veins, it's an incredibly rare thing that finds the Maverick speechless, but this has managed it.
Not for long, granted, but enough that only the excited swish of his tail can give him away at first.
"Of course she did," he breathes at last. "How could she not? Asta, that's... you did it. You're everything every Ancient dreams of being."
And as he drops the real news, the demigod news, Danta is already shoving the blankets aside to scramble to his knees, disbelief and awe fighting for dominance on his face. Cupping Asta's cheeks in both hands like he might see the divinity running through his veins, it's an incredibly rare thing that finds the Maverick speechless, but this has managed it.
Not for long, granted, but enough that only the excited swish of his tail can give him away at first.
"Of course she did," he breathes at last. "How could she not? Asta, that's... you did it. You're everything every Ancient dreams of being."
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.
