mississippi boys, inner city boys

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

"How luxurious for you," Danta drawls, his tone dry as a bone as he peeps up at Asta. For what it's worth, whether or not he gets on the other man's nerves, the butcher will have a hard time peeling himself away from the Maverick or his bed if he has anything to say about it. And hey, so far so good, right? Danta is about to say as much before Asta speaks again, and before he knows it he's been drawn against the other man and out of their little space of warmth and comfort.

"Wh-- hey!" Flailing a bit, the fire at his fingertips snuffs out so he can better hold onto the butcher, Danta more or less a bundle of blankets as he reaches to snag the cigarettes, flashing Asta a reproachful look. "You might have given a little warning," he grumbles affectionately, wriggling to get comfortable once they make it out to the balcony seat.

Left more or less curled in the other man's lap, Danta spends a moment adjusting the blankets and draping himself appropriately across Asta, before he's taking out two cigarettes and placing one between the butcher's lips. "I'm sure you'll manage with these," he mumbles, pinching the end of his smoke in gentle fingers ignited with flame for him to take a drag.

Dantalion

// get them drunk on rose water //