// there's shadows on the walls //
Drunk and in love is a new combination for the Maverick, and it's proving to be a potent and reckless feeling, one that has him smiling stupidly against the kiss Asta presses to the side of his neck, his hand dancing along the fabric of his shirt before clasping his waist once more. "Asta," he rumbles, the other man's name caught between a whine and a warning, and he tightens his fingers in the back of his dark hair. "I'm nowhere near sober enough to say no to you," he informs him. "But I love you too much to let you fuck up that badly."
The words spill from his lips too quickly, as if he might be able to give himself plausible deniability against having said them at all, and he leans up to steal another kiss from the butcher as if that might suitably distract him as well. "Let's find somewhere to stay and figure it out from there," he suggests, though in reality he'd have taken this alleyway and called it good if it worked for the other man.
Unable to move without having to physically slip out of the butcher's grip, Danta presses himself far too close to Asta and his teeth to duck beneath the cage of his arms, only to reach out and catch him by the wrist to draw him along behind him.
The words spill from his lips too quickly, as if he might be able to give himself plausible deniability against having said them at all, and he leans up to steal another kiss from the butcher as if that might suitably distract him as well. "Let's find somewhere to stay and figure it out from there," he suggests, though in reality he'd have taken this alleyway and called it good if it worked for the other man.
Unable to move without having to physically slip out of the butcher's grip, Danta presses himself far too close to Asta and his teeth to duck beneath the cage of his arms, only to reach out and catch him by the wrist to draw him along behind him.
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
