when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
"Mm, especially if she's delivering all my letters." Not that Danta sends all too many, but there are certainly enough origami creations to keep Moira busy at all seasons. Grinning openly to feel Asta's lips ghost across his shoulder, the Maverick inches somehow closer, enough to wind his arm around the other man's back. "Then I doubt we have anything to worry about between my crow and your skeleton dragon," he confirms, smirking and gazing down into dark and molten eyes.
"Don't you look at me like that," he purrs, the warning affectionate and playful. "You're far too tired to keep up with me this season, demigod or not." Laughing, he tangles himself up further with the Butcher until he can be the one to bury his head against his chest and shoulder; at least one of them can get away with it without skewering the other with horns.
"Don't you look at me like that," he purrs, the warning affectionate and playful. "You're far too tired to keep up with me this season, demigod or not." Laughing, he tangles himself up further with the Butcher until he can be the one to bury his head against his chest and shoulder; at least one of them can get away with it without skewering the other with horns.
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.
