// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
"I'm a'right!" Danta would have said something like that regardless of what state he'd been in and they all know it, so it's sheer luck that the statement happens to be true. Finding himself back on his feet with Asta's assistance, as far as the Maverick is concerned he's absolutely able to hold himself upright of his own volition, blessedly unaware that it's only thanks to the arms braced around him that he doesn't tumble right back off his seat.
"Charlie," he scolds the priestess right back with equal warmth, flashing his fangs at her in a grin especially as she suggests they might both need kissing better. "Is this the part of the night where we get all handsy with each other?" he wants to know with a raise of his eyebrows - because if it isn't keenly obvious, Danta is in. Still, given that he'd promised his initial affections to Asta, not to mention that he can barely keep his hands or his lips off him on a good day, he leans back into the cage of the butcher's arms and tilts his head up to kiss the blood from his lips.
It's the sort of kiss that makes the room spin (no, Danta, that's the booze) and only when he's satisfied that he's managed to impart some form of healing magic with his tongue does he draw back, eyeing the priestess across the counter. "Or did you mean that you were going to kiss both of us better?" He glances up at Asta with a smirk, knowing better than to push the matter too hard when the butcher has proven himself to be quite possessive with his affections.
"Charlie," he scolds the priestess right back with equal warmth, flashing his fangs at her in a grin especially as she suggests they might both need kissing better. "Is this the part of the night where we get all handsy with each other?" he wants to know with a raise of his eyebrows - because if it isn't keenly obvious, Danta is in. Still, given that he'd promised his initial affections to Asta, not to mention that he can barely keep his hands or his lips off him on a good day, he leans back into the cage of the butcher's arms and tilts his head up to kiss the blood from his lips.
It's the sort of kiss that makes the room spin (no, Danta, that's the booze) and only when he's satisfied that he's managed to impart some form of healing magic with his tongue does he draw back, eyeing the priestess across the counter. "Or did you mean that you were going to kiss both of us better?" He glances up at Asta with a smirk, knowing better than to push the matter too hard when the butcher has proven himself to be quite possessive with his affections.
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
