electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"As you should," Danta murmurs - apologise in advance, he means, the Maverick reaching out to casually swat at the taller man as he attempts to groom him. "And now you know, I suppose. Maea does seem to be one of our more sensitive citizens." He shrugs his shoulders; nothing to be done for it now, it appears, since the conversation has already been had.
Anyway; draining his second glass of wine and feeling appropriately buzzed, warmed up and comfortable, Danta sets down his empty cup on the mantle and stretches his arms over his head, before turning to promptly fall at his bed. It's close enough, at least, to see the Maverick sprawled comfortably among the furs on his stomach, and he shifts enough to make room for a second body, should Asta be so inclined.
"Now about that nap."
Anyway; draining his second glass of wine and feeling appropriately buzzed, warmed up and comfortable, Danta sets down his empty cup on the mantle and stretches his arms over his head, before turning to promptly fall at his bed. It's close enough, at least, to see the Maverick sprawled comfortably among the furs on his stomach, and he shifts enough to make room for a second body, should Asta be so inclined.
"Now about that nap."
Dantalion
you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you
with every step that I ran to you
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
