Dantalion
but you can't be free
"It sounds it. Though I daresay things weren't quite always so lovely with you around?" He raises his eyebrows, smirking. Whether an Ancient or a Whitebrim cannibal, to say that Asta has needs would be putting it mildly. They all do, of course, but the butcher's are much more specific. "I taught myself in the year after I woke up, before I headed down to Torchline. Well - taught myself better, I guess." He'd known the basics, his letters and a few rudimentary spellings, but literacy wasn't exactly supposed to be one of the Maverick's major skills.
Having expected something like dinner and dancing or someone to murder or even something like a sunhat, as Danta draws back from the other man's lips, to hear that one word caress the air between them has him flushing all the way to the tips of his ears. Shivering out a breath and smacking Asta in the chest half playfully, as if he's been audacious by saying something like that, eventually Danta gets over himself and tugs the butcher closer by his garish scarlet shirt.
"Okay, but you already have me," he points out, lips lingering against his own. "Unless you meant in a more immediate way, in which case I will be more than happy to oblige you."
Having expected something like dinner and dancing or someone to murder or even something like a sunhat, as Danta draws back from the other man's lips, to hear that one word caress the air between them has him flushing all the way to the tips of his ears. Shivering out a breath and smacking Asta in the chest half playfully, as if he's been audacious by saying something like that, eventually Danta gets over himself and tugs the butcher closer by his garish scarlet shirt.
"Okay, but you already have me," he points out, lips lingering against his own. "Unless you meant in a more immediate way, in which case I will be more than happy to oblige you."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
