Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
"Obnoxiously tall and sticking out like a sore thumb? Sure does." Danta smirks, though unlike in their previous conversations, there's no real bite to the words. "And never mind me missing you - you'd be denying an entire establishment the pleasure of your fine presence." And your beautifully scarred body, he wants to add, but since Asta hasn't treated the Dusklight to any shirtless escapades since their adventure out at the Glade, he keeps that to himself.
Accepting the bag with a mixture of surprise and appreciation, the latter only grows as he peers inside, and it's with a soft intake of breath and a mouth that begins to water that he offers a fanged smile to the other man. "You are too kind," he purrs, and let it never be said that Danta cares about being seen, messy or violent, because he drops the bag and tears into the offered flesh with little regard for anything other than the offered meal.
And he swears it might even still be warm, blood dripping from his chin and down onto his bare chest by the time he's picking the bones clean, feeling as if he can take a full breath for the first time in a long while.
"You know how to pick them," he rumbles to Astaroth, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand (it spreads the smear of blood rather than cleaning it up). "Now, let's go hurt something."
Accepting the bag with a mixture of surprise and appreciation, the latter only grows as he peers inside, and it's with a soft intake of breath and a mouth that begins to water that he offers a fanged smile to the other man. "You are too kind," he purrs, and let it never be said that Danta cares about being seen, messy or violent, because he drops the bag and tears into the offered flesh with little regard for anything other than the offered meal.
And he swears it might even still be warm, blood dripping from his chin and down onto his bare chest by the time he's picking the bones clean, feeling as if he can take a full breath for the first time in a long while.
"You know how to pick them," he rumbles to Astaroth, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand (it spreads the smear of blood rather than cleaning it up). "Now, let's go hurt something."
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
