mississippi boys, inner city boys

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

It's very rare for Danta to be no fun, it's true, and later he might realise that he's absolutely done too much with his day and he's paying for it now, vacation or no vacation. Either way, as he finally wins the battle to find Asta in bed - and if a couple of the sheets are a little singed from his efforts, oops - he immediately collapses down into the plush softness of the mattress, winding his arms around the other Ancient as if he's a personal hot water bottle.

"Mm, I was," he admits with a grumpy furrow of his brow. "And you did carry me home. Alright, you're perfect and I am mistaken," he informs the butcher as he peers up at him, fingers scritching indulgently against the spaces where his horns have vanished in his dark hair. "Though I did notice you seem to have bitten your tongue." Smirking, he nods at the rum across the room. "Maybe we can call reception and have them come bring it across to us."

Dantalion

// get them drunk on rose water //