in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Something like that," Danta mumbles, deciding not to punctuate the air with a third fuck just to be contrary about it. Besides, there's much more interesting things to be done now, and as Asta gathers him against his side he goes willingly, throwing a leg across the other man's waist and letting his head tuck in against the crook of his neck. "Much better," he confirms, twisting a lock of dark hair around one of his fingers as if to see if he can make it curl.
"Thanks," he adds, belated but sincere, and now that he's spent in both body and mind, he realises that Asta has succeeded in the element of taking care of him that he'd balked at previously. Scoffing something to the effect that the taller Ancient is an asshole - the words muttered against Asta's throat to add insult to injury - Danta gropes for one of the blankets so he might drag it over them.
"Thanks," he adds, belated but sincere, and now that he's spent in both body and mind, he realises that Asta has succeeded in the element of taking care of him that he'd balked at previously. Scoffing something to the effect that the taller Ancient is an asshole - the words muttered against Asta's throat to add insult to injury - Danta gropes for one of the blankets so he might drag it over them.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
