// light shines in the darkness //
"You certainly have not," Danta purrs, his head tipping forward a fraction to enjoy the soft brush of fingers through his hair and against the back of his neck. "And Isla," he reminds him. "I was going to say that it was fair game because she's basically your doctor at this point, but I saw you two dancing at the Midwinter Ball, all cozy like." Grinning - shit like that doesn't cause jealousy in the Maverick, strangely enough, but that's probably because he can't ballroom dance for shit - he glances back up to brush his nose against Asta's.
"Well, thank you for granting me the privilege of being able to touch you," he says with a smile crooked enough to show the very tip of one fang. "It's one I abuse at every opportunity, it's true, but then that's your fault for being who you are." Can Danta really be faulted for wanting to have his hands on Asta all day everyday? He thinks not.
"Well, thank you for granting me the privilege of being able to touch you," he says with a smile crooked enough to show the very tip of one fang. "It's one I abuse at every opportunity, it's true, but then that's your fault for being who you are." Can Danta really be faulted for wanting to have his hands on Asta all day everyday? He thinks not.
Dantalion
// and the darkness will never understand it //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
