in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Call Danta something of a masochist (in reality call him deeply traumatised and emotionally exhausted by the evening's events), but surrendering control to the other Ancient is apparently everything he craves right now, and it's with a soft moan that he shifts to assist in the removal of his shirt as much as possible. Once his arm is released he of course lets his hands do some wandering of their own, already trying to unbuckle the belt at Asta's waist.
"Yes," he says easily, feverish blue eyes flicking up to the other man's face. "You win. Do whatever you want with me." Which, ironically enough, is also exactly what Danta wants right now, so he supposes they both win, in reality. He's not going to tell Asta that, though - not when things are starting to go so swimmingly again.
"Yes," he says easily, feverish blue eyes flicking up to the other man's face. "You win. Do whatever you want with me." Which, ironically enough, is also exactly what Danta wants right now, so he supposes they both win, in reality. He's not going to tell Asta that, though - not when things are starting to go so swimmingly again.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
