// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
Thankfully, the sound of the other man's voice is already enough to have Danta relaxing back into the bed, the Maverick turning to check him over properly just as the tell-tale signs of his being an Ancient make their reappearance. Laughing softly and with his heart still hammering in his chest, Danta stretches close enough to tangle himself back against the butcher, tail and horns and all, so he can gently disentangle his hair from its half-braid and the way it's looped around the sharp obsidian tines.
"Good," he says, the words mumbled against the other man's forehead. "It's morning, that's all." And, y'know, we both got a full night's sleep, so either that's very good or we're both dead and this is Mort's realm.
Only when he's finished fussing does he let his fingers drift down to the muzzle instead, gently unbuckling and unclasping it until he can draw it away from the butcher's face. "That medicine really is the good stuff," he remarks with a smirk.
"Good," he says, the words mumbled against the other man's forehead. "It's morning, that's all." And, y'know, we both got a full night's sleep, so either that's very good or we're both dead and this is Mort's realm.
Only when he's finished fussing does he let his fingers drift down to the muzzle instead, gently unbuckling and unclasping it until he can draw it away from the butcher's face. "That medicine really is the good stuff," he remarks with a smirk.
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
