when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
"Oh, she is a firecracker," Danta purrs approvingly, shifting just enough to free one of his hands from Asta's hair to deliver all of the attention Sicarius quite rightly deserves. Long, ring bedecked fingers tap gently along the ridge of her bony nose before dancing down the ladder of her spine and her ribs, the Maverick visibly fascinated by the little dragon. "I can't wait for you to meet Moira," he continues. "But for now please excuse me, because I have to also keep giving this new demigod attention or he might die."
Winking at Sicarius before turning back to Asta, he's almost immediately caught by the way his hand cups his cheek. Danta is just able to sneak a kiss against the palm of his hand, in fact, before it's withdrawing and eerie green fire ignites between the Butcher's fingers, illuminating them in a ghoulish glow that is so perfectly Asta that the Maverick can't help but laugh softly.
"Gods, you're beautiful," he whispers suddenly, leaning in and through the flames to kiss the Butcher before he can help himself.
Winking at Sicarius before turning back to Asta, he's almost immediately caught by the way his hand cups his cheek. Danta is just able to sneak a kiss against the palm of his hand, in fact, before it's withdrawing and eerie green fire ignites between the Butcher's fingers, illuminating them in a ghoulish glow that is so perfectly Asta that the Maverick can't help but laugh softly.
"Gods, you're beautiful," he whispers suddenly, leaning in and through the flames to kiss the Butcher before he can help himself.
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.
