// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
"Clearly." Too late, Danta means, the Maverick sitting up just a fraction to light his own cigarette on the flame curling from Asta's fingertip. Mumbling his thanks and settling back to blow a slow smoke ring up into the air above them, he spends a few moments enjoying the breeze, the way the lights on the beach are more visible now than at any other time, the endless sprawl of stars overhead.
Relaxing into the hand stroking against his back, Danta takes another drag and resists the urge to nuzzle closer to the other man, just in case he ends up singeing the blanket. "Your pipe makes you an antique these days," he agrees with a cheeky smile across at the butcher, reaching out to flick the ash into the tray on the table. "Welcome to the future, Asta."
Falling quiet again to peer out over the balcony and towards the people still gathered or walking, even at this time of night, he tilts his head. "Perhaps we should have gone out after all, since we're awake."
Relaxing into the hand stroking against his back, Danta takes another drag and resists the urge to nuzzle closer to the other man, just in case he ends up singeing the blanket. "Your pipe makes you an antique these days," he agrees with a cheeky smile across at the butcher, reaching out to flick the ash into the tray on the table. "Welcome to the future, Asta."
Falling quiet again to peer out over the balcony and towards the people still gathered or walking, even at this time of night, he tilts his head. "Perhaps we should have gone out after all, since we're awake."
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
