// light shines in the darkness //
"Mm, I know," Danta says, his smile more than audible and his tone smug. Letting his arms slip from around Asta's neck to trickle down his sides before looping around his waist, he presses a few kisses to his throat as if to smooth down whatever feathers he'd ruffled. "You could," he agrees, shifting enough to peep up at him. "Or you could just be distinguished." Kissing his way up from Asta's throat to his cheeks, Danta draws back enough to gaze at him with adequate scrutiny.
"No greys for now," he concludes, even reaching up to feather his fingers through the front of the butcher's hair towards his temples, where any signs of stress might have popped up over the past few seasons. "None that I can see, anyway. Besides, I'd prefer not to think about getting old when we've only just stopped trying to kill each other."
"No greys for now," he concludes, even reaching up to feather his fingers through the front of the butcher's hair towards his temples, where any signs of stress might have popped up over the past few seasons. "None that I can see, anyway. Besides, I'd prefer not to think about getting old when we've only just stopped trying to kill each other."
Dantalion
// and the darkness will never understand it //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
