when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
"Ah, so my head isn't empty - it's just full of bad choices waiting to be made," Danta corrects himself with a raise of his eyebrows and a grin. Given that he didn't mind being an airhead to begin with, he's clearly fine with this as well, though as Asta's fuss continues to drift across the top of his shoulders, his ability to reciprocate starts to grow sloppy at best. Humming a note of affection and nestling closer into the cage of the Butcher's arms, already his body is starting to grow heavy as sleep rises to try and claim him.
"Of course we'll get dressed up," he mumbles, the words interspersed with kisses along the side of Asta's throat. "It's basically a party for you, even if the rest of the Dusklight doesn't know it yet. And if we're going to Torchline soon, we need to go out with a bang." You know, after he's finished his nap.
"Of course we'll get dressed up," he mumbles, the words interspersed with kisses along the side of Asta's throat. "It's basically a party for you, even if the rest of the Dusklight doesn't know it yet. And if we're going to Torchline soon, we need to go out with a bang." You know, after he's finished his nap.
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.
