// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
"Oh, you will be," Danta whispers, his tone wicked with the inspiration of all the things he might be able to organise in the months leading up to Deepfrost. He promises himself - and the other man by default - that it will be a better Longnight than the one he went through last, not least because Maea won't be around to cause issues or beat the fuck out of him. (Yes, he knows, that was technically afterwards, but it was caused by the same issue, so whatever).
But then Asta flashes his sharp teeth and the Maverick melts against him further, fully entranced by any memories the butcher wishes to replay. Brushing his thumb across the other man's lower lip, Danta contents himself with watching and listening, humming a note of approval - a good year, Asta says, like a fine wine. The word matriarch brings a little curiosity, granted, but he knows enough about Whitebrim society not to want to know more, put it that way.
"I bet you were so proud," he purrs, silenced momentarily by his kiss. "At least it seems as though your upbringing wasn't all bad." Brutal and savage, sure, but with some enjoyment.
But then Asta flashes his sharp teeth and the Maverick melts against him further, fully entranced by any memories the butcher wishes to replay. Brushing his thumb across the other man's lower lip, Danta contents himself with watching and listening, humming a note of approval - a good year, Asta says, like a fine wine. The word matriarch brings a little curiosity, granted, but he knows enough about Whitebrim society not to want to know more, put it that way.
"I bet you were so proud," he purrs, silenced momentarily by his kiss. "At least it seems as though your upbringing wasn't all bad." Brutal and savage, sure, but with some enjoyment.
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
