in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Oh, well a toast to me then," Danta croons, some of that old playfulness injecting into his tone, and he'd have reached again for his glass if one of his wrists hadn't been so successfully captured. As for the remarks about his hunger, he wrinkles his nose and tilts his head to rest it back against Asta's shoulder, even as they start to play kiss-chase with the leather and his hands.
"No," he says easily, albeit more quietly, "more like a yawning black hole. Maybe I was starved one too many times." Still, one learns to live with it - Danta certainly has, and it doesn't mean he doesn't still get bloodlust. It just doesn't feel like he does.
Anyway, those thoughts disappear as Asta bends to get a taste of himself (eyoo), Danta raising his eyebrows. "Is it everything you thought it would be?" he drawls.
"No," he says easily, albeit more quietly, "more like a yawning black hole. Maybe I was starved one too many times." Still, one learns to live with it - Danta certainly has, and it doesn't mean he doesn't still get bloodlust. It just doesn't feel like he does.
Anyway, those thoughts disappear as Asta bends to get a taste of himself (eyoo), Danta raising his eyebrows. "Is it everything you thought it would be?" he drawls.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
