idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"We'll get you a board to pin all your ideas onto," Danta suggests with a smile, his head tilting to welcome Asta's affections against his throat, his lips warm and voice seeming to rumble throughout the Maverick when he speaks. "Now that would be something," he agrees, able to envision such a thing in the Temple, or perhaps in the main floor of the Dusklight. (And nobody needs to know they are real finger bones, right?)
Flailing a bit as he finds himself bullied back into bed, Danta barks out a laugh and helps as best he can to settle the blankets over them, tugging them across Asta and twisting enough that the other man can collapse atop him if that's what he wishes. "Sleep," he urges softly, letting his fingers plunge into the back of the butcher's dark hair. "You're exhausted. We can think about this more tomorrow."
Flailing a bit as he finds himself bullied back into bed, Danta barks out a laugh and helps as best he can to settle the blankets over them, tugging them across Asta and twisting enough that the other man can collapse atop him if that's what he wishes. "Sleep," he urges softly, letting his fingers plunge into the back of the butcher's dark hair. "You're exhausted. We can think about this more tomorrow."
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.
