in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Danta does insist, yes.
Still, the Maverick isn't gone for very long, and when he does return, it's with both the items he's gone to procure, and a couple of bottles of wine - a local vintage that tastes more like a punch, and hits like one, too. Setting down the bottles on a small side table, he can't help but stare at the tall Ancient at the window; a pristine gentleman, for all intents and purposes, hiding dark, raw chaos beneath. It's enough to make his mouth water.
"If you had told me even a season ago," he murmurs, sidling up behind Asta to press against his back, his hands ghosting down the other man's biceps, "that you and I would have done this once, let alone a second time, I'd have laughed you out of the room." Smiling against his neck, it's with a slow, almost sensual touch that he guides Asta's arms behind his back - only to promptly bind his wrists there.
"Funny how things work out, isn't it?"
Still, the Maverick isn't gone for very long, and when he does return, it's with both the items he's gone to procure, and a couple of bottles of wine - a local vintage that tastes more like a punch, and hits like one, too. Setting down the bottles on a small side table, he can't help but stare at the tall Ancient at the window; a pristine gentleman, for all intents and purposes, hiding dark, raw chaos beneath. It's enough to make his mouth water.
"If you had told me even a season ago," he murmurs, sidling up behind Asta to press against his back, his hands ghosting down the other man's biceps, "that you and I would have done this once, let alone a second time, I'd have laughed you out of the room." Smiling against his neck, it's with a slow, almost sensual touch that he guides Asta's arms behind his back - only to promptly bind his wrists there.
"Funny how things work out, isn't it?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
