// light shines in the darkness //
"Mm, and look at us now," Danta purrs; hardly pawns any more, they're both pieces on the board with their own share of influence, and gods if that doesn't make thinking of their old acquaintances as either statues or dead up in The Climb even more delicious. Content to relax against the other man, he leans into the warm hand that ghosts across his cheek, relishing the sound of a more familiar cadence to the butcher's voice as he speaks.
"You do," he agrees. "It wouldn't do now for you to start being inconsistent." The Dusklight has come to expect the polite gentleman who haunts the shadowy parts of the establishment, a smile on his face and a cane in his hands, and they've already proven that they miss him when he's gone.
Not expecting Asta to lean in for another kiss, Danta is nonetheless more than receptive, one hand braced over the other man and the other gently running across his chest. "Now," he murmurs against his lips, "can I interest you in either a bath or a nap? Because I'd like both, but in no particular order."
"You do," he agrees. "It wouldn't do now for you to start being inconsistent." The Dusklight has come to expect the polite gentleman who haunts the shadowy parts of the establishment, a smile on his face and a cane in his hands, and they've already proven that they miss him when he's gone.
Not expecting Asta to lean in for another kiss, Danta is nonetheless more than receptive, one hand braced over the other man and the other gently running across his chest. "Now," he murmurs against his lips, "can I interest you in either a bath or a nap? Because I'd like both, but in no particular order."
Dantalion
// and the darkness will never understand it //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
