// light shines in the darkness //
Danta can, indeed, feel the other man's pulse thundering against the soft brush of his lips, and he automatically slips a hand up to press it against Asta's chest, as if he might be able to steady his heartbeat by virtue of touch alone. "Oh, I don't know. I think it's got a bit of a ring to it, myself," he admits, though he doesn't repeat the monkier for obvious reasons.
Able to smell the blood in the air, the Maverick glances up towards the other man, reaching to gently direct his face back down so he can look at him. "You were a herding dog controlled by gratitude, and I was a stray who begged for scraps. I don't think anyone was anything legendary in The Climb back in those days." Or if they were, Danta was too low on the ladder to know it, and they hadn't helped the Maverick any, so why would he give a fuck?
Able to feel the pointed drift of fingers against the faint scars that mark his body, Danta shifts to reverse their positions suddenly, blanketing himself over Asta and leaning in to kiss the blood from his lips. "Besides, the Dusklight only knows you as this," he reminds him.
Able to smell the blood in the air, the Maverick glances up towards the other man, reaching to gently direct his face back down so he can look at him. "You were a herding dog controlled by gratitude, and I was a stray who begged for scraps. I don't think anyone was anything legendary in The Climb back in those days." Or if they were, Danta was too low on the ladder to know it, and they hadn't helped the Maverick any, so why would he give a fuck?
Able to feel the pointed drift of fingers against the faint scars that mark his body, Danta shifts to reverse their positions suddenly, blanketing himself over Asta and leaning in to kiss the blood from his lips. "Besides, the Dusklight only knows you as this," he reminds him.
Dantalion
// and the darkness will never understand it //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
