in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Grumbling further and dragging the blankets over the two of them - and it's mostly incoherent complaints now, though perhaps Danta does mumble something about a charming sonovabitch - he relaxes completely, at last, into the bed. And Asta can absolutely pat himself on the back about his skills at pillow-talk and post sex cuddling, which the Maverick confirms have improved exponentially.
"I think you will survive," he purrs, sounding proud of himself now, and of the wound he's left against the other man's shoulder. "You will probably show it off." It isn't as though either of them have anything to hide. As for the attempts on his hair, Danta is much too tired and content to swat Asta away for now, but if he teases too much with the blond locks, he might get a snap of teeth or two for his trouble.
"I think you will survive," he purrs, sounding proud of himself now, and of the wound he's left against the other man's shoulder. "You will probably show it off." It isn't as though either of them have anything to hide. As for the attempts on his hair, Danta is much too tired and content to swat Asta away for now, but if he teases too much with the blond locks, he might get a snap of teeth or two for his trouble.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
