we're born at night, so much of our life
What had started as a suggestion of a stroll out to Peekaboo Rise to find something for Asta to smack with his cane - Danta is sure they once drop-kicked a tangleweed out here once or twice - has become an unfortunate exercise in trying to burrow his way beneath the Butcher's coat collar. He'd realised quickly after they returned from Torchline that Flowerbirth was slow to thaw the post-Longnight snows, and now that they're up on the hillside, the frost at their feet and the bitter wind howling around them has quickly eroded any of the Maverick's wish to be outside.
But they are still here for a purpose, and his very reasonable compromise (in his opinion) has been to shift into a gore crow to leech away his fiance's warmth. He'd perched at first on Asta's shoulder, a sinister companion to the tall Ancient as they ascend Peekaboo Rise, but one gale too many has caused him to inch further and further up towards the other man's neck.
Now, Asta will find it difficult not to notice the way Danta is sneaking into the collar of his coat, a bundle of grumpy fluff and feathers that clicks his beak and nibbles behind the Butcher's ear, as if that will make him more amenable to the idea.
But they are still here for a purpose, and his very reasonable compromise (in his opinion) has been to shift into a gore crow to leech away his fiance's warmth. He'd perched at first on Asta's shoulder, a sinister companion to the tall Ancient as they ascend Peekaboo Rise, but one gale too many has caused him to inch further and further up towards the other man's neck.
Now, Asta will find it difficult not to notice the way Danta is sneaking into the collar of his coat, a bundle of grumpy fluff and feathers that clicks his beak and nibbles behind the Butcher's ear, as if that will make him more amenable to the idea.
Dantalion
is just carvin' through the dark
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
