Dantalion
but you can't be free
"Look at you, terrorising the neighbourhood even all those years ago," Danta drawls, easily able to imagine the butcher striding through the streets all dressed to the nines, his cane clicking against the cobbles and a too-sharp smile on his face. It's a welcome image, honestly, the Maverick letting a smile flicker across his face despite the flush that remains on his cheeks. "Ah, I get by. My letters are just usually very short and to the point," Danta says with a shrug. He also leaves the vast majority of the correspondence to Kiada, if Asta hasn't noticed already.
The butcher needn't worry about any rejection, either; since their admissions back in Haulani, whilst it's true that there's occasional awkwardness or hurdles to jump or things to discuss that are more necessary than before, if anything Danta only wants Asta more now than he ever has done. A dark laugh rumbles up from his chest to hear the other man's admission, the Maverick close enough to brush his nose against Asta's. "I don't think you are a simple man at all," he whispers, though he absolutely does pack that idea away for future dates, before the butcher is leaning forward to steal his lips and his breath in one.
Moaning soft surprise into his kiss, the hand against Asta's shirt slips up and through his dark hair, Danta already shifting to swing a leg across the other man to sit in his lap. "Next time you can wear your Dusklight Bodyguard outfit," he suggests. "And then I'll be the one who has to stand still for the tailor."
The butcher needn't worry about any rejection, either; since their admissions back in Haulani, whilst it's true that there's occasional awkwardness or hurdles to jump or things to discuss that are more necessary than before, if anything Danta only wants Asta more now than he ever has done. A dark laugh rumbles up from his chest to hear the other man's admission, the Maverick close enough to brush his nose against Asta's. "I don't think you are a simple man at all," he whispers, though he absolutely does pack that idea away for future dates, before the butcher is leaning forward to steal his lips and his breath in one.
Moaning soft surprise into his kiss, the hand against Asta's shirt slips up and through his dark hair, Danta already shifting to swing a leg across the other man to sit in his lap. "Next time you can wear your Dusklight Bodyguard outfit," he suggests. "And then I'll be the one who has to stand still for the tailor."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
