in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Scoffing out a laugh, Danta gives the other man a gentle nod. "You do have form, now," he remarks, of course referring to his 'first date' with Flora, however poorly it had ended. Luckily, Asta catches his lips in a kiss before he can expand on that comment, and the Maverick forgets what he'd been about to say in lieu of the taste of blood and smoke on the butcher's tongue. He almost resents Asta drawing back before his lungs scream for breath, his fingers tightening gently in his hair, and he raises a brow right back at him and his oh-so-proud of himself smirk.
"Bold of you to assume I had any decency to begin with," he whispers with a dark smile, unable to keep his hands or his lips off the other man, such that Asta will be treated to further kisses against the line of his jaw, the soft space beneath his ear, the pulse against his throat. "We could always keep the date going," he suggests. "Though I would probably advise we get a change of clothes first."
"Bold of you to assume I had any decency to begin with," he whispers with a dark smile, unable to keep his hands or his lips off the other man, such that Asta will be treated to further kisses against the line of his jaw, the soft space beneath his ear, the pulse against his throat. "We could always keep the date going," he suggests. "Though I would probably advise we get a change of clothes first."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
