in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Smiling a kiss against Asta's shoulder and nosing against the side of his neck, Danta is content to stand in the dappled sunlight, the chill chased away by the heat of the fireplace at their backs. Wondering if they really do look as delightfully lovestruck as their reflections imply, the Maverick spends a lingering few moments enjoying the feel of the butcher in his arms, the sweet, honey smoke smell of him and the firm press of his hands.
"I'm glad you like it," he purrs in return. "I'll just have to make sure I'm available for you getting ready in the morning, won't I?" With another kiss, Danta doesn't step back, but he does peer towards the window and The Last Whisper outside. "Speaking of which... would you like to come for a stroll with me? I've been seeing a lot of shops lighting candles in their windows and burning sage, and I'm dying to know what it's all about."
"I'm glad you like it," he purrs in return. "I'll just have to make sure I'm available for you getting ready in the morning, won't I?" With another kiss, Danta doesn't step back, but he does peer towards the window and The Last Whisper outside. "Speaking of which... would you like to come for a stroll with me? I've been seeing a lot of shops lighting candles in their windows and burning sage, and I'm dying to know what it's all about."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
