southern comfort's comforting, isn't it?

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

He can’t help the goosebumps that rise along his skin as Danta’s fingers thread through his ink black hair. With the glamour in place, the spaces of his skull often hidden away and untouched for horns are particularly sensitive and the butcher is acutely aware of the stark yet wonderful sensation to feel his fiancé’s warm fi mere brush along the tender parts of his scalp. “Mm, we did try to keep everything interesting, didn’t we?” He muses, because it was never dull even before they’d taken to one another like they have.

He settles in to describe all the ways one could tell that a wine is expensive, drawling through all of the points to focus on and watching through warm eyes as Danta’s glass is lifted and swirled, feeling far better now than he had earlier. The crisis hadn’t sunk its fingers in quite yet and for that the butcher was grateful. “There are many things that are rich and linger in the mouth when it comes to you, my love.” He purrs, ensuring their wine glasses aren’t in the way as he surges up to press a kiss to Danta’s shoulder, then to the soft space over a toothy scar he’d left forever ago.

He sinks back down in time for Danta’s head to rest against his own, the mention of harmony sounding particularly apt for the evening. And he truly takes the words from the butcher’s lips as he settles in to take a sip of the expensive wine, letting the alcohol swell through him. “Certainly, darling. We are two sides of the same coin, no?”

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///

all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach

"I think we more than tried, Asta," Danta says with certainty, a crooked grin on his lips as he glances down at the other man. "For me certainly, even when I was too out of my mind to enjoy it, I'm sure there was never a dull moment for anyone who watched us having it out." That likely hasn't changed, in fact, though the type of having it out is much different these days.

His smile softens, fingers scritching further against the spaces where the butcher's horns would usually make it impossible, only shifting to accept the kisses that Asta aims against his shoulder. "Careful," he teases. "A tongue as wicked as that and I might end up wanting to roll around in these sheets with you again." No, they hadn't actually used the bed the first time around, but he's sure Asta will catch his drift.

Nosing into the other man's dark hair, Danta's eyes close briefly to enjoy the simplicity of the moment, the way the moonlight turns the world soft and pale behind his eyelids, the warmth of the butcher pressed against his side. He's only drawn out of it by the craving for another long sip of wine, nodding his agreement at the same time. "Two sides of the same coin, two peas in a really charred up pod, whatever analogy you want."

Dantalion

don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

The comment does manage to get a soft laugh to leave the butcher’s lips, wine sweet and amused. “We did always have the biggest crowds.” He hums, as if the memory itself was a fond one for other reasons than what it truly was. It has him drawing quiet again, though, tilting his head slightly into the touch to the space where his horns usually sat, not unlike a dog who’s owner had found the perfect place to scratch and doesn’t want them to stop.

His appreciation for it is given in the gentle press of kisses to his skin, settling in again. “Oh?” He asks with a small playful smirk as he withdraws. “If we were closer to Leafchange, I may have been more apt to take you up on that.” He purrs, pausing to indulge in the weight of his lover’s head against his own. “You have thoroughly tired me out, however.” He drawls in a tone that seems to suggest that the Maverick should be proud of such a feat (like it’s a rare one despite the fact that Danta has done it quite often to him).

Once he feels Danta shift to take a sip of his wine, Asta does the same – downing the rest of the glass before his arm rests against his lover’s middle. “I could muse about it in multitudes with you, darling.” He reassures him, curled up against his side as his lids start to grow heavy despite his attempts to prevent this day from ending. But with the lullaby of his lover’s heartbeat and soft breaths, it’s hard to keep paying attention.

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///

all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach

"Pretty sure we had the most bets placed too," Danta muses with a smirk; not that he was ever able to tell for sure, or that he received any of the winnings if it was the case. As they settle further into the bed he can practically feel Asta melt against his side, a laugh rumbling in his chest to hear the admittance that he's managed to wear the other man out. "Well, if ever there was a night to do it..." He trails off, finishing his own wine and easing Asta's empty glass from between his fingers so he can set them both aside.

"Leafchange will be here before you know it," he says in a quiet, sing-song voice, but honestly, he's in no rush for it to get here. Right now, in fact, he's in no rush for the night to end, despite the way the butcher is quite clearly falling asleep. "I'm sure you could," he agrees. "Maybe tomorrow, though." He doesn't tell Asta to rest, doesn't make any mention of it in fact; if he drifts off to sleep then that's fine with Danta. The Maverick will be awake for a little while yet though, combing his fingers through his lover's hair and listening to the hush of the waves against the shore outside.

~FIN

Dantalion

don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash