Dantalion
but you can't be free
"My first vacation, if I have to think about it," Danta agrees, flashing a fanged grin down at the other man for good measure. Yes, one could argue that prior to becoming Theocrat and actually needing to do work to take a vacation from, every day was a holiday for the Maverick. But Asta knows that for all of Danta's lounging and drifting and chaos, the learning curve from centuries ago compared to now is a fucking sharp one.
"I think I can manage that," he purrs, his fingers splaying further against olive skin and pale stripes of scar tissue, his head turning only moments after the kiss lands against his jaw so he can make good on a real one. With his free hand plunging into dark hair to run the rich strands through his fingers, Danta's tongue and teeth could arguably considered sweet and refreshing, but alas, he's also without his own cocktail, and so eventually he draws back - and swiftly stands, before Asta can grab hold of him.
"Don't do anything fun without me," he calls, ducking out from under the parasol to saunter away across the sand.
"I think I can manage that," he purrs, his fingers splaying further against olive skin and pale stripes of scar tissue, his head turning only moments after the kiss lands against his jaw so he can make good on a real one. With his free hand plunging into dark hair to run the rich strands through his fingers, Danta's tongue and teeth could arguably considered sweet and refreshing, but alas, he's also without his own cocktail, and so eventually he draws back - and swiftly stands, before Asta can grab hold of him.
"Don't do anything fun without me," he calls, ducking out from under the parasol to saunter away across the sand.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
