// there's shadows on the walls //
"Then nothing else matters," Danta all but purrs, smiling to himself and kissing some of the blood from Asta's forehead and cheek before his lips naturally try to press against the other man's again. Here in the dark with no one else around, caked in blood and with chaos vibrating on the wind, this is where the Maverick might be able to admit to something like love; where he might be able to show it, as flawed and brutal as it might be at times, as clumsy and imperfect as the man behind the emotion.
Sighing and parting from Asta with a final, chaste kiss against his mouth, the Maverick clutches him close as if expecting them to pass out right here in the grass. It's tempting, honestly; were it not for the plush sheets and comfortable bed waiting for them back in Haulani proper, he might have just said to hell with it. But no - after a long few moments trying to smooth the creases from Asta's bloody shirt, or teasing a lock of blood-soaked hair away from his dark horns, Danta gives the taller man a reluctant nudge.
"Come on. We both need another shower," he points out. "Before it gets back to Flora and she assumes we've murdered someone."
Sighing and parting from Asta with a final, chaste kiss against his mouth, the Maverick clutches him close as if expecting them to pass out right here in the grass. It's tempting, honestly; were it not for the plush sheets and comfortable bed waiting for them back in Haulani proper, he might have just said to hell with it. But no - after a long few moments trying to smooth the creases from Asta's bloody shirt, or teasing a lock of blood-soaked hair away from his dark horns, Danta gives the taller man a reluctant nudge.
"Come on. We both need another shower," he points out. "Before it gets back to Flora and she assumes we've murdered someone."
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
