mississippi boys, inner city boys

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

"Doesn't The Climb already have a blood pit in Frey's Breath? I'm sure I helped to build one there a while ago..." No, it's not the same as a fountain and it doesn't heal, but it's the closest thing they've got right now. "I'm not averse to it myself, but I feel as though visitors to our humble region might be spooked. And given that people travelling through are the tastiest..." Danta raises his eyebrows at Asta obviously. Don't go scaring off your food source.

Stepping into the room and slipping off his sandals, the Maverick has already set the rum down and is already battling with his wet shirt as Asta continues, and he's headed to the balcony to wring the water out and hang it up by the time the other man's dramatics are in full bloom. Unable to help himself, Danta's dark laughter echoes back into the room, and he sweeps back inside purely to reach out and pinch at the butcher's cheeks. "You will be lucky to bite me again at all after that stunt earlier," he tells him with a playful snap of teeth, stepping back to peel off his jeans.

Of course Danta hasn't bothered with underwear, and he conjures a few delicate wisps of fire to warm his chilly skin once he's stripped off. "What if we keep getting into bullshit situations, mm? I'm much more likely to be injured than I have been in seasons."

Dantalion

// get them drunk on rose water //