// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
"Of course I must know the specifics," Danta says, the words hissed gleefully against the other man's hair as he hooks a leg around him, as if worried he's going to get up and remove his weight and warmth from the bed. "A few days before Longnight? Noted. In exchange, I celebrate my birthday during Flowerbirth. Never found out what date, but it's in that season, so I just choose a nice day and get myself something nice." It's how it's always been for Danta, though granted, over the past couple of years his scope of something nice has grown exponentially.
Snorting at Asta's next comment, the Maverick raises his eyebrows skeptically. "You would die?" he drawls, tone heavy with doubt. "You're so fucking dramatic." And no one has ever sounded more enamored by it, one of Danta's hands snaking up to pitter-patter over the butcher's lips. (He's not quite stupid enough to prick his fingers against those sharp teeth; not tonight, anyway). "Did it not hurt?" he asks curiously.
Snorting at Asta's next comment, the Maverick raises his eyebrows skeptically. "You would die?" he drawls, tone heavy with doubt. "You're so fucking dramatic." And no one has ever sounded more enamored by it, one of Danta's hands snaking up to pitter-patter over the butcher's lips. (He's not quite stupid enough to prick his fingers against those sharp teeth; not tonight, anyway). "Did it not hurt?" he asks curiously.
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
