in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Me? Never." Danta's grin is a wicked thing that Asta will feel rather than see; relishing the way they're shielded from the full brunt of the morning light from within their den, it's only the reminder that he had indeed ordered wine that has him peeping up from where he's been pressed so tightly against the other man. "I for one am always against more sanity than necessary," he says matter-of-factly, smooching a kiss to Asta's cheek before promptly slipping out of bed, intent on checking on the progress of said wine.
Slipping into a silk robe emblazoned with rolling waves and setting suns, Danta ties it loosely and pads away to the door - just as someone taps at it from the other side. He retrieves their wine with a purr of greeting and a fond farewell to the bartender who brings it, already uncorking it to pour it into two glasses as he heads back towards the bed. "At my whim, you say?" He beams. "Dangerous words. Whatever shall I do with you?"
Slipping into a silk robe emblazoned with rolling waves and setting suns, Danta ties it loosely and pads away to the door - just as someone taps at it from the other side. He retrieves their wine with a purr of greeting and a fond farewell to the bartender who brings it, already uncorking it to pour it into two glasses as he heads back towards the bed. "At my whim, you say?" He beams. "Dangerous words. Whatever shall I do with you?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
