idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"Does it not? Tell that to your expression right now," Danta purrs back at Asta, grinning around another sip of cocoa after he's succeeded in shoving down the suspenders off his shoulders. Which happens to be very well-timed, given that the butcher is soon on his way to help, the Maverick stifling a laugh as he balances his drink while trying to slip out of his shirt. For better or worse, they seem to be successful, Danta ducking beneath the canopy of their den in time to hear the soft, hollow music of the bones.
"You haven't made any new trinkets for a while," he remarks, setting down his mug as well and slipping up behind Asta to interrupt him, draping himself against his scarred back. "We'll have to find some time for you to get out all your creativity." His arms slip loosely around the other man's waist, taking over in tugging off his belt and unbuttoning his pants, even as he delivers a warm kiss to the back of his neck.
"Not tonight, of course. But soon."
"You haven't made any new trinkets for a while," he remarks, setting down his mug as well and slipping up behind Asta to interrupt him, draping himself against his scarred back. "We'll have to find some time for you to get out all your creativity." His arms slip loosely around the other man's waist, taking over in tugging off his belt and unbuttoning his pants, even as he delivers a warm kiss to the back of his neck.
"Not tonight, of course. But soon."
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.
