idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"Mm, I think I can probably help with that," Danta agrees, smiling into the warmth of Asta's chest and leaving a few kisses there for his trouble, lips brushing across the scars that strike through the olive of his skin. "If it were Longheat I'd suggest making a camp and spending the night out here. I bet it's a lot different to anywhere else." The Greatwood aside, he supposes, but that has only been recently freed from the void.
Tilting his head up and smiling at the affectionate touch, he lets careful flickers of fire continue to spiral and climb the length of the butcher's spine, careful not to singe his sleeves in the process. "See something you like?" he asks with a smirk and a coy raise of his eyebrows, clearly having noticed Asta's dark gaze lingering on his face. "C'mon, let's go sit by the fire until your clothes are dry."
Tilting his head up and smiling at the affectionate touch, he lets careful flickers of fire continue to spiral and climb the length of the butcher's spine, careful not to singe his sleeves in the process. "See something you like?" he asks with a smirk and a coy raise of his eyebrows, clearly having noticed Asta's dark gaze lingering on his face. "C'mon, let's go sit by the fire until your clothes are dry."
Dantalion
I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door
just to sit outside your door
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
