// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
"Mm. I want to lay on the beach," Danta agrees, smiling against Asta's throat, each beat of his pulse thrumming across the Maverick's lips as he closes his eyes to enjoy this reversal of positions. "The sand gets so hot." As hot as The Climb might be in some places, he'd argue, though of course their home region doesn't have the benefit of sandy shores or the sound of crashing waves. The touch against his horns provokes a shiver down the length of his spine, Danta's tail flicking contently beneath the blankets even as he nestles further against the other man's neck.
"Not right now, no," he says, because like the butcher, he'll likely put up a fight if he's asked to leave the warmth of his bed and the other Ancient wrapped around him any time soon. "We'll go tomorrow. Gives me time to make sure everything in the Dusklight is in order." And that way, they don't have to even think about it getting up any time soon, let alone putting on real clothes and leaving the building.
"Not right now, no," he says, because like the butcher, he'll likely put up a fight if he's asked to leave the warmth of his bed and the other Ancient wrapped around him any time soon. "We'll go tomorrow. Gives me time to make sure everything in the Dusklight is in order." And that way, they don't have to even think about it getting up any time soon, let alone putting on real clothes and leaving the building.
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
