mississippi boys, inner city boys

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

Quietly enjoying the affection lavished upon him, Danta relaxes into Asta's arms and shifts to tuck his head into the other man's shoulder, drawing a deep breath and letting it out in a long, content sigh. "Mm, I think I remember you saying before that you were a scout," he remarks, smiling to himself. "We ought to make the most of your skills and send you after troublemakers who try to flee the Grounds. Might even catch yourself a snack or two along the way."

Maybe Maea had a point, as badly made as it had been - Asta could protect the whole region given the right role, the right resources. Selfishly, though, Danta likes having him around the Dusklight for the longest stretch of the day, and he can't see that changing any time soon. "If Halo ever becomes Ancient friendly, maybe we can go and visit your old hunting grounds," he suggests.

Dantalion

// get them drunk on rose water //