Dantalion
but you can't be free
"Oh? Am I finally going to get you out of that shirt, then?" Danta inquires, tilting his head to look up at the other man as his hand sneaks further towards Asta's inner thigh, though it never strays beyond what's appropriate. (Mostly - it's a very difficult line to toe, okay?) He pauses to take a sip of his own drink - what a shame that if Asta wants any more kisses they'll have to taste like mango - and as he lowers the glass again, it's just in time to have the other man's ice-cool lips and cold breath ghosting across his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.
"What if we just stayed here all Longheat?" he wonders with a sudden sigh that drags his shoulders down, the Maverick sinking against Asta and trusting him to keep them upright. "Or what if I just gave up being Theocrat and we did whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted?" Constant change, living in entropy, chaos and base instinct; Dygra would approve, surely.
"What if we just stayed here all Longheat?" he wonders with a sudden sigh that drags his shoulders down, the Maverick sinking against Asta and trusting him to keep them upright. "Or what if I just gave up being Theocrat and we did whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted?" Constant change, living in entropy, chaos and base instinct; Dygra would approve, surely.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
