// you knew who I was //
"That would imply that I ever planned to sober up," Danta points out; one can't look like walking death if one has never slept to get there, right? (Right?) And he considers the matter closed and his victory all but assured as their lips meet, because Astaroth can't offer logic and arguments when his mouth is otherwise occupied, or so Danta assumes. And so instead he curls further against the other man's chest, reaching up a hand to graze along the butcher's jaw, only to suddenly find the goblet of wine pressed between them.
"Mm?" Smiling lopsidedly and glancing down at the drink, it takes very little effort for the Maverick to swat it away - glass and all - and send it spilling across the floor towards the fireplace. (Ancients, chaos, mess, what are you going to do?)
With Astaroth's promise still intact - he'd offered, after all - Danta leans in for another kiss, shifting to sprawl back and try to draw the other man over him.
"Mm?" Smiling lopsidedly and glancing down at the drink, it takes very little effort for the Maverick to swat it away - glass and all - and send it spilling across the floor towards the fireplace. (Ancients, chaos, mess, what are you going to do?)
With Astaroth's promise still intact - he'd offered, after all - Danta leans in for another kiss, shifting to sprawl back and try to draw the other man over him.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
