// there's shadows on the walls //
"Yeah? How'd you expect it to go?" Danta says with a scoff of laughter, left panting as he parts from Asta's lips to stand in the puddle of pale moonlight he's been directed into. "Personally I figured I'd end up under one of the tables in the bar passed out." And were it not for Flora's interruption he'd likely have made that a reality before too long, so he supposes he has the Doubletake to thank for a bed to sleep in as well as everything else.
With lips that want to mark the butcher's body all over and hands dying to fumble at his buttons, it's a difficult thing to reign himself in sober, let alone now, and he huffs a note of frustration as he presses his forehead against Asta's shoulder. "This is your fault," he whispers petulantly, though the hands that hold the butcher are still nothing but gentle and affectionate. "You're gonna rip my throat out tonight and it's your fault." Because his fingers are already trying to unbuckle Asta's belt, his tail swishing at his heels and coiling around the other man's calf.
With lips that want to mark the butcher's body all over and hands dying to fumble at his buttons, it's a difficult thing to reign himself in sober, let alone now, and he huffs a note of frustration as he presses his forehead against Asta's shoulder. "This is your fault," he whispers petulantly, though the hands that hold the butcher are still nothing but gentle and affectionate. "You're gonna rip my throat out tonight and it's your fault." Because his fingers are already trying to unbuckle Asta's belt, his tail swishing at his heels and coiling around the other man's calf.
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
