in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Had the Maverick been in a shift right now he might have snarled at the approach of the other man, or raised hackles, or done whatever predators do in the middle of a meal. As it stands, however, he can only track Astaroth's movements with cold eyes even as he focuses on tearing into the meal in his hands, using sharp fangs to easily rip at the iron rich organ.
Only once he's finished is he capable of anything more than furtive glances and clipped, non-verbal agreements, still straddling the carcass of the man even as he reaches out to snatch blood wet fingers against the front of Asta's formerly white shirt. Dragging the taller man down towards him, he takes the kiss from his lips more than anything else, happily adrift in the stench of copper and the warmth bleeding out of the corpse beneath him.
"Hunting people? Or just hunting like this?" he wonders, voice little more than a hoarse whisper as he releases Asta again as if in apology. He knows this sort of thing isn't always the other man's flavour, so to speak, but gods if violence and sex aren't a match made in Heaven for Danta.
Only once he's finished is he capable of anything more than furtive glances and clipped, non-verbal agreements, still straddling the carcass of the man even as he reaches out to snatch blood wet fingers against the front of Asta's formerly white shirt. Dragging the taller man down towards him, he takes the kiss from his lips more than anything else, happily adrift in the stench of copper and the warmth bleeding out of the corpse beneath him.
"Hunting people? Or just hunting like this?" he wonders, voice little more than a hoarse whisper as he releases Asta again as if in apology. He knows this sort of thing isn't always the other man's flavour, so to speak, but gods if violence and sex aren't a match made in Heaven for Danta.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
