in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Or a nice merlot," Danta considers, though honestly, he's far from a wine connossieur in comparison to the butcher. He likes what he likes, though, and whatever the type, he's sure a wine fountain would be a glorious addition to the Grounds in the future. (Maybe they can even make it spray blood and just tell people it's wine...)
Of course, thoughts of anything other than the man he's pressed against vanish from his mind as Asta returns his affections, Danta shifting enough to let the robe fall from his shoulders, allowing flames to coil and dance against his skin. His pulse kicks up in response to the attention, the Maverick nipping at the other man's lower lip when he draws away at last - not enough to draw blood, which is probably for the best.
"Would you like me to bring you a mirror so you can preen at yourself?" He grins.
Of course, thoughts of anything other than the man he's pressed against vanish from his mind as Asta returns his affections, Danta shifting enough to let the robe fall from his shoulders, allowing flames to coil and dance against his skin. His pulse kicks up in response to the attention, the Maverick nipping at the other man's lower lip when he draws away at last - not enough to draw blood, which is probably for the best.
"Would you like me to bring you a mirror so you can preen at yourself?" He grins.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
