in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"But I am meant to be pampering you--" Danta begins, a grin spreading across his face before he's promptly tipped back, his dark laughter silenced only by the kiss Asta presses to his lips. Left just as flushed and dazed as the other man departs, the Maverick lounges for a moment in the mess of blankets, his silk robe still hanging off his shoulders, head tilting to watch the play of light over the butcher's scars as he heads across the room.
Of course, Danta is too greedy to let the distance between them remain for too long, and he's shrugged his robe back into place so he might prowl after the other man, only to be caught by his surprised expression in the mirror's reflection. "What do you think?" he asks, sidling up behind him and slipping an arm around his waist so he might press against the warmth of his back. "The kohl and your hair are a particularly extravagant addition, I know, but I couldn't resist."
Of course, Danta is too greedy to let the distance between them remain for too long, and he's shrugged his robe back into place so he might prowl after the other man, only to be caught by his surprised expression in the mirror's reflection. "What do you think?" he asks, sidling up behind him and slipping an arm around his waist so he might press against the warmth of his back. "The kohl and your hair are a particularly extravagant addition, I know, but I couldn't resist."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
