in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"This is linen, how dare you," Danta snarks automatically, narrowing his eyes only to find himself suddenly pinned down against the bed, the soft sheets moulding against his body enough to have him releasing a whisper of the tension in his back and shoulders. With an unsteady inhale he finds himself relaxing into the other man's touch, tilting his head to the side to welcome the hot press of lips and tongue.
"Is that so? We ought to throw you a party." he tells him, his only free arm looping up and around Asta's neck so he can twist his fingers through his dark hair. "Unless you're planning to break that streak now by ripping my throat out. Not that I'd blame you after my behaviour this evening, but I'd hate to be the reason you didn't get a certificate from your support group."
"Is that so? We ought to throw you a party." he tells him, his only free arm looping up and around Asta's neck so he can twist his fingers through his dark hair. "Unless you're planning to break that streak now by ripping my throat out. Not that I'd blame you after my behaviour this evening, but I'd hate to be the reason you didn't get a certificate from your support group."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
