in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"I'm glad you approve. I snagged it from Torchline as a parting gift, since I imagine we'll not be taking another vacation for a while," Danta says, glancing down at the robe in question and leaving it on as he clambers onto the bed. His hands are full with the wine glasses, the bottle still resting in the crook of his arm, so it's with much less grace than usual that the Maverick shuffles to sit astride Asta, handing him one of the glasses as he does so.
"You know what I always want to do with you," he drawls, setting down the bottle and sipping at his wine - a rich red, but not too heavy given the time of day. "Alas, I suppose I'll just have to settle for showering you with attention instead." And if he does spend the morning in Asta's lap fussing over him, he'll still consider it time well spent.
"You know what I always want to do with you," he drawls, setting down the bottle and sipping at his wine - a rich red, but not too heavy given the time of day. "Alas, I suppose I'll just have to settle for showering you with attention instead." And if he does spend the morning in Asta's lap fussing over him, he'll still consider it time well spent.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
