in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"This happy, and without even a drop of bloodshed," Danta says, his words framed by a smile as he presses a kiss to the butcher's crown of dark hair, careful not to cut himself (and ruin his comment) on the sharp prongs of his horns. "Good," he adds in a quieter voice, the word low and sincere as he keeps the other man clasped against him. "You deserve some peace. We both do." And long may it continue, until the next inevitable crisis.
Letting out a long, content sigh and peppering Asta with further kisses, when Danta finally draws back, the butcher should at least be able to move his fingers again as long as he's careful. "If you think your affections are going to spare you entirely from this, though, you're very mistaken," he says with a wry smile that flashes his fangs, smoothing gentle hands across the other man's cheeks and turning his head this way and that, as if to check what he's working with despite having memorised Asta's every feature at this point.
"Alright, keep still," he tells him, rummaging around in the other supplies he's brought so he might get to work.
Letting out a long, content sigh and peppering Asta with further kisses, when Danta finally draws back, the butcher should at least be able to move his fingers again as long as he's careful. "If you think your affections are going to spare you entirely from this, though, you're very mistaken," he says with a wry smile that flashes his fangs, smoothing gentle hands across the other man's cheeks and turning his head this way and that, as if to check what he's working with despite having memorised Asta's every feature at this point.
"Alright, keep still," he tells him, rummaging around in the other supplies he's brought so he might get to work.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
