when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
Danta goes more than willingly into the Butcher's lap, settling there like it's where he belongs, his fingers slowly threading through the other man's dark hair as if he might be able to spot every tiny change within and without. "I'm so proud of you," he whispers, the words stripped of any bravado or playfulness, just in case Asta gets the wrong impression about his opinion on all of this.
"I've heard that happens," he continues, of the temporary weakness, of the strange reset and alteration of abilities. "Don't worry. You pulled yourself up by the bootstraps last time, and this time we won't pretend to hate each other for seasons, so I can help get you back how you're supposed to be."
He's about to ask for a demonstration of said abilities when Asta mentions his parting gift from Dygra, the Maverick smirking and letting a feather light finger brush across the silvery kiss on his cheek. "Yes, I can see that," he begins, but at the sound of strange, skittering claws approaching their den, it appears his lover has meant something much different.
"Sicari-- oh," Danta mumbles, bumped by a bony nose and thoroughly and immediately enamoured with the sight of the macabre little creature. "A companion?" he asks, almost under his breath. "Gods, Asta, you must be reeling from all these changes at once."
"I've heard that happens," he continues, of the temporary weakness, of the strange reset and alteration of abilities. "Don't worry. You pulled yourself up by the bootstraps last time, and this time we won't pretend to hate each other for seasons, so I can help get you back how you're supposed to be."
He's about to ask for a demonstration of said abilities when Asta mentions his parting gift from Dygra, the Maverick smirking and letting a feather light finger brush across the silvery kiss on his cheek. "Yes, I can see that," he begins, but at the sound of strange, skittering claws approaching their den, it appears his lover has meant something much different.
"Sicari-- oh," Danta mumbles, bumped by a bony nose and thoroughly and immediately enamoured with the sight of the macabre little creature. "A companion?" he asks, almost under his breath. "Gods, Asta, you must be reeling from all these changes at once."
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.
