mississippi boys, inner city boys

// I thought of angels choking on their halos //

"Minor," Danta confirms with a relaxed smile, resting an elbow back against the balcony railing. "I may have cornered a ramphire. They may not have realised it. We may have fought." In this very minor disagreement, of course. Accepting the cigarette back with grazed knuckles and glancing fleetingly down at the spaded tail that comes curling about his leg, the Maverick takes another drag and reaches out to let his fingers run casually along Asta's bare, scarred shoulder, as if unused to seeing him so dressed down.

"I could be tempted to go for a moonlight jaunt," he agrees with a huff of smoky laughter, though he might be equally as inclined to stay right here in truth. The world is their oyster this evening, after all. "Murder mysteries and drugs? Your afternoon was even more interesting than mine," he quips back, flicking the ash from the cigarette and straightening up from the balcony. "Here's hoping," he says, and for all of Danta's posturing, his tone is genuine as he speaks now. "Some bad nightmares could be a vacation ruiner."

Dantalion

// get them drunk on rose water //