in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"More than one muscle if I had my way." Grinning, Danta snaps his teeth playfully towards Asta, planting a kiss on his cheek in its wake. "I did not pulverise them," he adds, sounding affronted, though there's enough of a smile in his voice for the butcher to be able to feel it as those first kisses migrate towards the scars licking against the tops of his shoulders. "I can, though, if you ask nice."
But then there are potential manicures on the table, the Maverick drawing back to take Asta's free hand between his own ringed fingers, examining his nails and his scarred knuckles. "Black, obviously," he tells him after a beat, pressing a kiss to his knuckles for good measure. "It's classic, it's intimidating, and it would go with any attire you chose. I'm not a monster, Astaroth." He grins.
But then there are potential manicures on the table, the Maverick drawing back to take Asta's free hand between his own ringed fingers, examining his nails and his scarred knuckles. "Black, obviously," he tells him after a beat, pressing a kiss to his knuckles for good measure. "It's classic, it's intimidating, and it would go with any attire you chose. I'm not a monster, Astaroth." He grins.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
