mississippi boys, inner city boys

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

There isn't much of the cigarette left, but Danta flicks it away over the balcony anyway as Asta leans further into his space, his chin lifting to meet his warm lips in a kiss. "If it happens it happens," he says with an easy smile. "The only thing that would ruin it is if I didn't have your stellar company." He reaches out to brush that lock of dark hair out of his face, thumb running across his cheek and fleetingly against his lips, before Asta is withdrawing and Danta steps away from the balcony.

"I can be tempted into most anything. But a swim in the moonlight with you? Not even the Family could stop me." With a devilish grin over his shoulder, the Maverick steps back into the room to rummage in the overnight bag he's brought, withdrawing a flimsy looking tank top. Tugging it over his head with a small wince and a soft sigh, at least none of his injuries are bleeding again, and he slips his feet into a pair of sandals and goes to lurk expectantly by the door for the butcher.

Dantalion

// get them drunk on rose water //