Dantalion
innocence died screaming
honey, ask me, I should know
honey, ask me, I should know
Not complaining in the slightest as he's moved on the bed, Danta settles back in Asta's lap with his legs astride the other man, his tail swishing contently from side to side. "How rude," he protests the butcher's agreement, though the smirk kicking up the corner of his mouth gives him away. "I'm perfectly well-adjusted, I'll have you know."
Ha ha, Danta - pull the other one, why don't you.
Leaning in to kiss the tang of blood from Astaroth's lips, he's careful of the other man's stitches as he shifts closer, eager for the warmth of his skin and the familiarity of his touch. "I think," he says softly, the words mumbled across the line of his jaw as the fingers of both hands play though the butcher's dark hair, "perhaps we should show our faces at the bar, now."
Ha ha, Danta - pull the other one, why don't you.
Leaning in to kiss the tang of blood from Astaroth's lips, he's careful of the other man's stitches as he shifts closer, eager for the warmth of his skin and the familiarity of his touch. "I think," he says softly, the words mumbled across the line of his jaw as the fingers of both hands play though the butcher's dark hair, "perhaps we should show our faces at the bar, now."
I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door
just to sit outside your door
Table base by Skylark
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
