mississippi boys, inner city boys

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

Danta has also forgotten how much of a sourpuss he'd been even a few minutes ago - how is he supposed to stay in a bad mood, anyway, with Asta's fingers in his hair and the taste of him on his lips? As for the fountain water, they can regret not bringing some of that back with them later; for now it's with a hum of approval to feel the butcher's hand pressed against the small of his back and the weight of him stretched across his body that he considers his remark.

"Are you sure either one of us knows how to be dull or horribly normal?" he asks, his smile as devilish as it is amused, even if it might be lacking in fangs for the time being. "You still have sharp teeth and a kink for biting, and I'm not happy until I've wound you up to the point where you're a danger to everyone around us," he reminds him, eyebrows raised. "For this to work, we'd have to bore ourselves to death and pretend to get off."

Dantalion

// get them drunk on rose water //