// light shines in the darkness //
"I'll go get you more if it gets low," Danta sasses at the butcher's demand, clearly having no intention on stopping until the fire in his belly has been thoroughly dampened by the amber liquor. So saying, he fills the glass a third time - and purposely sets the bottle down on the other side of the table so the other man doesn't complain - before taking a small sip of it. In the meantime the air fills with the scent of familiar tobacco smoke, and Danta finds himself relaxing against Asta, even as he continues to take in the details of the design.
"Oh, well I do apologise. I didn't realise it was your favourite. How careless of me to let it break across my back like that." Yes, and the rest of the punishment; the Maverick remembers it well, and he smirks and glances at the hand tugging at his shirt. "I deserved them, probably - don't worry about it." Let no one say that he didn't give as good as he got, or that he didn't provoke just as much as he reacted.
Nevertheless, he doesn't complain at the affectionate nuzzle against his cheek, already feeling the edges of his anger start to bleed and melt together under the influence of the whiskey.
"Oh, well I do apologise. I didn't realise it was your favourite. How careless of me to let it break across my back like that." Yes, and the rest of the punishment; the Maverick remembers it well, and he smirks and glances at the hand tugging at his shirt. "I deserved them, probably - don't worry about it." Let no one say that he didn't give as good as he got, or that he didn't provoke just as much as he reacted.
Nevertheless, he doesn't complain at the affectionate nuzzle against his cheek, already feeling the edges of his anger start to bleed and melt together under the influence of the whiskey.
Dantalion
// and the darkness will never understand it //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
