in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
It's true - Astaroth doesn't have to tell him twice, and the Maverick is already peeling off his bloody coat as well as they enter the room, hanging it somewhere that it might not get in the way. Unlike his counterpart, though, he doesn't approach the fire to enjoy the warmth and the drying crimson on his skin, opting instead to shimmy out of the rest of his clothes.
(Listen, blood is all fun and games until it starts to freeze, okay?)
Left in his underwear and feeling both better and worse for it, Danta approaches Asta so he might lean against his back and leech his warmth, chin resting over his shoulder. "Come to bed," he mumbles into the fabric of his collar, and though the words might be taken as suggestive to some, as an Ancient the theocrat really is only after the heat and the comfort offered by proximity to another body.
(Listen, blood is all fun and games until it starts to freeze, okay?)
Left in his underwear and feeling both better and worse for it, Danta approaches Asta so he might lean against his back and leech his warmth, chin resting over his shoulder. "Come to bed," he mumbles into the fabric of his collar, and though the words might be taken as suggestive to some, as an Ancient the theocrat really is only after the heat and the comfort offered by proximity to another body.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
