in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"That's true enough I guess," Danta agrees, though really, the less said about need and want right now the better, especially given that they've both quite clearly crept out of their rooms (well almost, Asta) to seek each other out in the dead of night. "And you weren't threatened, but you've also hardly had an easy time of it since Longnight. And you have been very good." With a saccharine smile directed over at the butcher, Danta glances back to focus on his snack and not getting it everywhere. (He is mostly successful).
Hissing in a soft breath of surprise mixed with pleasure, the Maverick flinches at the grip of fingers against his hips, relishing the shape of Asta's hands he knows will bloom there before long. Humming his approval at the idea of using the Obsidian Cathedral for such matters, he's finished his sandwich and taken a sip of whiskey to follow it up before realising how quiet the butcher has grown.
"Mm, Caido to Asta - come back," he trills, giving him a gentle nudge and turning to dab a little of the cherry preserve against his lips, as if to smear it there like a bloodstain.
Hissing in a soft breath of surprise mixed with pleasure, the Maverick flinches at the grip of fingers against his hips, relishing the shape of Asta's hands he knows will bloom there before long. Humming his approval at the idea of using the Obsidian Cathedral for such matters, he's finished his sandwich and taken a sip of whiskey to follow it up before realising how quiet the butcher has grown.
"Mm, Caido to Asta - come back," he trills, giving him a gentle nudge and turning to dab a little of the cherry preserve against his lips, as if to smear it there like a bloodstain.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
