when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
"Mm, probably wise," Danta concedes. "It's easier for me, you see, because my head - and Moira's - is mostly empty. Plenty of space for other things." Grinning against the Butcher's throat, the expression fades soon fades into something quietly blissful as the other man's long fingers dance across the nape of his neck, and were it not for the lingering threads of their conversation, Danta might have already dropped back off to sleep.
"It's a date," he hisses at the prospect of spending the evening introducing the Dusklight to Dygra's newest demigod, and though he doesn't currently have his tail unglamoured to coil around Asta in turn, his fingers starburst out against his scarred shoulders and back. "You can make a few drinks and use that new fire of yours," he suggests.
"It's a date," he hisses at the prospect of spending the evening introducing the Dusklight to Dygra's newest demigod, and though he doesn't currently have his tail unglamoured to coil around Asta in turn, his fingers starburst out against his scarred shoulders and back. "You can make a few drinks and use that new fire of yours," he suggests.
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.
