// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
"I know so," Danta insists with a grin, bouncing his eyebrows at Asta over the rim of his coffee mug as he takes another long, grateful sip of his drink. And whilst he fully appreciates the sentiment - like magic, indeed - the Maverick can't help but let his amusement fade a little, and he reaches out to brush his thumb across the other man's cheek. "How I prefer you is however you decide to be for the day," he corrects softly. "Don't ever think otherwise."
Whether it's dressed down (for Asta, anyway), in a full suit, bloodied, ruffled or pristine; whether he's lurking behind him as his shadow, begging for his attention or quietly preferring not to be touched that day, Danta doesn't care, so long as the butcher is happy in himself. Now it's his turn to punctuate the remarks with a kiss, this one directed against the corner of his mouth, before he's settling back once more.
"Actually," he says, smirking, "I think you'll find she called that particular shade plum." So, yeah, purple. "And you have yourself a deal. I have no idea how you expect me to stay still long enough for that tailor to take measurements, though."
Whether it's dressed down (for Asta, anyway), in a full suit, bloodied, ruffled or pristine; whether he's lurking behind him as his shadow, begging for his attention or quietly preferring not to be touched that day, Danta doesn't care, so long as the butcher is happy in himself. Now it's his turn to punctuate the remarks with a kiss, this one directed against the corner of his mouth, before he's settling back once more.
"Actually," he says, smirking, "I think you'll find she called that particular shade plum." So, yeah, purple. "And you have yourself a deal. I have no idea how you expect me to stay still long enough for that tailor to take measurements, though."
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
