in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
It's over before it ever really gets started, not that Danta is complaining at all. And when he considers all that led up to the moment - the stag, the kill, the bloodlust - he's neither surprised nor disappointed. Not when he feels Asta crest into oblivion only a short few seconds after he finds his own release, the Maverick left panting hard, all points of thought and feeling reduced to the places where the butcher has his hands upon him.
His fingers slip through dark hair soaked with blood, tangling loosely at the back of Asta's neck as if to keep him cradled there against his throat; it's easy to offer his neck to the cannibal when he knows the risk is minimal, after all. Distantly, Danta remembers a time when the butcher had called him love, as brief and unintentional as the pet name had been, and it has a smile curling against his lips even as he continues to fight for breath.
"Well, I learned something today," he all but whispers, his voice hoarse and breathless. "Apparently I put out on the first date." Not very demure, not very mindful, Danta.
His fingers slip through dark hair soaked with blood, tangling loosely at the back of Asta's neck as if to keep him cradled there against his throat; it's easy to offer his neck to the cannibal when he knows the risk is minimal, after all. Distantly, Danta remembers a time when the butcher had called him love, as brief and unintentional as the pet name had been, and it has a smile curling against his lips even as he continues to fight for breath.
"Well, I learned something today," he all but whispers, his voice hoarse and breathless. "Apparently I put out on the first date." Not very demure, not very mindful, Danta.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
