you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Glad to know you've been able to admire my handiwork, then," Danta purrs, already fussing gently over the butcher's dark hair as his head tips forward, obsidian horns melting away entirely. Smiling privately to himself at hearing that pet name fall from Asta's lips again - love - he shifts to settle more comfortably in his lap, fingers teasing against the end of the braid to release it.
"You're very kind," he murmurs, his touch gentle and diligent to remove the delicate silver adornments, setting each one aside before continuing. "Perhaps we can get something similar to this for your horns," he suggests with a smirk, freeing the braid at last and plunging his fingers indulgently into the butcher's hair as if to affectionately muss it up.
"You know, in case you didn't want to take the time to do this every day." He says you, knowing of course that the honour will belong entirely to him should that be the case.
"You're very kind," he murmurs, his touch gentle and diligent to remove the delicate silver adornments, setting each one aside before continuing. "Perhaps we can get something similar to this for your horns," he suggests with a smirk, freeing the braid at last and plunging his fingers indulgently into the butcher's hair as if to affectionately muss it up.
"You know, in case you didn't want to take the time to do this every day." He says you, knowing of course that the honour will belong entirely to him should that be the case.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
