in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"That's no fun," Danta says, waving off the other man as if it's the lack of entertainment that has made the decision, and not the fact that he'll almost definitely walk out of the Oasis with frostbite. He's managed to survive in the Grounds for coming up to a year (and gods has it actually been that long already?) and it would be a shame to die before he can enjoy the bonfire he'd installed last Deepfrost.
Looking much less put together - which isn't diffcult, given the pristine standards his fellow Ancient holds himself to - Danta is nonetheless recovered (mostly) from their chaotic attempt at training, and he jostles his shoulder against Asta's on the way past. "Come on," he suggests. "There's got to be more to this place than some serene pond. Let's see what other trouble we can cause."
And so, naturally, they do.
~FIN
Looking much less put together - which isn't diffcult, given the pristine standards his fellow Ancient holds himself to - Danta is nonetheless recovered (mostly) from their chaotic attempt at training, and he jostles his shoulder against Asta's on the way past. "Come on," he suggests. "There's got to be more to this place than some serene pond. Let's see what other trouble we can cause."
And so, naturally, they do.
~FIN
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
