// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
Hissing in a breath as if Asta has just asked him to pick between paradise and heaven, Danta considers each option as he presses gentle, massaging fingers into the muscles of the butcher's shoulders. (And yes, of course he'll be able to get away with those particular proclivities - the gods know Danta is likely to forget his grumpiness the next time Asta is anywhere near his throat). "You need not remind me," he purrs, glancing down at him and turning his head to gently nip at his fingers with blunt teeth.
"For all that I did adore you in leather, there's something to be said for your usual attire," he admits. The crisp, tailored shirts, delicate embroidery over rich colours, the way each button is fastened just so to paint the colours of a gentleman over the butcher beneath? Danta is helpless to resist.
As for the mundane that Asta has been wrinkling his nose about, Danta would argue were it not for how at ease he feels, however unexciting the other man might find it.
"For all that I did adore you in leather, there's something to be said for your usual attire," he admits. The crisp, tailored shirts, delicate embroidery over rich colours, the way each button is fastened just so to paint the colours of a gentleman over the butcher beneath? Danta is helpless to resist.
As for the mundane that Asta has been wrinkling his nose about, Danta would argue were it not for how at ease he feels, however unexciting the other man might find it.
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
