mississippi boys, inner city boys

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

"I'm starting to miss when you were stressed and polite and uptight," Danta mutters, and the growl in his words and the suspicion in his eyes as the other man draws closer isn't entirely for show. Still, as Asta settles beside him and the Maverick has a chance to properly catch his breath and recover, he does slump a bit against the butcher, even if his pout remains spectacular by anyone's standards.

"Oh, you sound it," he drawls sarcastically of Asta being sorry, letting his hand rub across the smooth skin previously punctured and torn before letting it drop into the water. Tipping his head back to almost glare at the other man, Danta sits himself up straight before he speaks. "As your Theocrat, I ask that you take me back to our temporary home now," he informs him. "I'm quite finished with swimming."

Dantalion

// get them drunk on rose water //