in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
The hiss that leaves Danta's lips this time is less like anticipation and more of a mild scolding, and as Asta follows after his index finger the Maverick's hand opens like a snare to catch the butcher's jaw in its soft grip. "I trust you," he whispers, his voice slow and quiet as he directs the other man's dark eyes towards his cool blues. "More than I ever thought I would. If you told me back in The Climb that this is what I'd be doing with my night, I'd have laughed you out of The Burrows."
There's a but coming, and Asta likely knows it, and even when it does tumble from Danta's lips, his tone is nevertheless sweet. "But if you think I'm going to let you get handsy with me when you're like this, you must think me a fool." Letting his expression melt into something softly amused and just a little concerned, his hand relaxes enough that he can lean in and kiss the butcher's dark hair.
"Let's get some sleep. Once you've taken yourself hunting, you can lick jam off my body from head to toe for all I care."
There's a but coming, and Asta likely knows it, and even when it does tumble from Danta's lips, his tone is nevertheless sweet. "But if you think I'm going to let you get handsy with me when you're like this, you must think me a fool." Letting his expression melt into something softly amused and just a little concerned, his hand relaxes enough that he can lean in and kiss the butcher's dark hair.
"Let's get some sleep. Once you've taken yourself hunting, you can lick jam off my body from head to toe for all I care."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
