// there's shadows on the walls //
Grumbling and doing his best not to hinder Asta's attempts to get them up the stairs, even if he's not actively able to help much, Danta is busy muttering three to himself at each step by the time the butcher speaks again. "I dunno. Some?" he mutters, only relaxing when they finally reach a landing with a number that matches the one on the keyring he holds, allowing him to shuffle down a corridor and start trying locks until one clicks smoothly open.
They're at the top floor of the inn, naturally, and the room is bathed in soft moonlight as he steps inside to the smell of jasmine and sandalwood. His fingers slip out of Asta's if only so he can shut and lock the room behind him, by which time he's completely forgotten why they are there. Something something figure it out from there?
He'll sure he'll remember eventually, but until then he's stepping back towards the butcher and all but melting against him in a kiss, an arm draping about his shoulders and curling into his dark hair, the other clasping his jaw as if the other man might pull away for some reason.
They're at the top floor of the inn, naturally, and the room is bathed in soft moonlight as he steps inside to the smell of jasmine and sandalwood. His fingers slip out of Asta's if only so he can shut and lock the room behind him, by which time he's completely forgotten why they are there. Something something figure it out from there?
He'll sure he'll remember eventually, but until then he's stepping back towards the butcher and all but melting against him in a kiss, an arm draping about his shoulders and curling into his dark hair, the other clasping his jaw as if the other man might pull away for some reason.
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
