// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
"Then we'll get a bigger closet. You can keep your special occasion outfits in your room," Danta mumbles sleepily into Asta's chest, as if it's as easy as that - and it really is, when he's in this sort of mood. Spent and warm and tucked against a body he'll happily worship until his breath runs out, it seems disingenuous to say anything seems possible for Danta in that moment, but it really does. "I'll make Moira a nest in my office. We'll install a big mirror up here for you to preen in." He almost says on the ceiling, but just about manages to stop himself.
Nestling more comfortably against Asta as the blanket sweeps over them, he tilts his head up to press gentle lips against the hollow of the butcher's throat, his kiss as featherlight as the fingers currently writing love notes on his back. "Are you tired?" he asks; Danta could happily nap anywhere at any time, but he finds himself not wanting to miss any time with the other man if he isn't in the mood for sleep just yet.
Nestling more comfortably against Asta as the blanket sweeps over them, he tilts his head up to press gentle lips against the hollow of the butcher's throat, his kiss as featherlight as the fingers currently writing love notes on his back. "Are you tired?" he asks; Danta could happily nap anywhere at any time, but he finds himself not wanting to miss any time with the other man if he isn't in the mood for sleep just yet.
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.







