one hundred sleepless nights

// light shines in the darkness //

"Oh, does it now?" Blue eyes lightning up with something very wicked indeed - does Danta like to be teased? let's find out - the Maverick watches as the man before him removes his clothes with painstaking grace. He barely keeps his greedy fingers to himself, left gazing up at Astaroth as if wondering whether his list of accolades is enough to merit any reward at all. The strip of leather loosed from his hair is a good start, it's true, and the pale blond comes tumbling back around his shoulders, left unadorned thanks to his attempts to seem sleek and dangerous in the same way the butcher does.

But that's where his luck ends, it seems, and the Maverick's hands can't resist sampling the warm skin on display, even if he knows all too well that Asta isn't going to let it go any further than that while he remains displeased. Then again, more than one person can play a game, and Danta raises an eyebrow at his comment. "Is that so?" he drawls. "Gods, I'm glad you told me. What happens between the two of us must be incredibly suspicious indeed by now." At least, if they go by Asta's logic.

"We'd better cut this short so we don't get accused of anything." With a sly wink, Danta straightens up so he might sidle out of Asta's space, a decision that has them more or less flush against one another while he steps away.

Dantalion

// and the darkness will never understand it //