you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"It's your job to watch the Dusklight," Danta corrects with a crooked smile, "and considering how much time I spend squirrelling you away up here for myself, I'm not sure how much you're succeeding in that role. Maybe I ought to change your job title." From security to bodyguard, perhaps. Or - a radical thought - they could just spend a little more time on the main floor. Which is easier said than done, in Danta's opinion, given his current position and how comfortable it is.
Content that he's managed to remove all of the tiny adornments from Asta's hair, the Maverick is just about settling back when he finds his lips suddenly occupied, if not happily so. Humming a soft note of approval into the kiss, he slips his arms back around the butcher to hold him, smoothing gentle hands down the length of his back. "No I'm not," he whispers, the objection as sweet as any declaration of love. "You're good enough. Trust me."
Kissing him again and leaning in as if to coax Asta down onto the bed properly, while Danta has learned (or is learning) to walk the fine line between seduction and affection, there's still nowhere else he's rather be right now.
Content that he's managed to remove all of the tiny adornments from Asta's hair, the Maverick is just about settling back when he finds his lips suddenly occupied, if not happily so. Humming a soft note of approval into the kiss, he slips his arms back around the butcher to hold him, smoothing gentle hands down the length of his back. "No I'm not," he whispers, the objection as sweet as any declaration of love. "You're good enough. Trust me."
Kissing him again and leaning in as if to coax Asta down onto the bed properly, while Danta has learned (or is learning) to walk the fine line between seduction and affection, there's still nowhere else he's rather be right now.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
