idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
What's so good about it? Danta might have asked if it hadn't been quite so obvious - Asta is what makes it good - and instead he smiles and loosens his grip on the other man enough for him to turn. Accepting the soft kiss and letting out a long, content sigh, he reaches up to smooth a lock of hair from Asta's forehead, settling it behind his horns like a bit of liquid night.
"I can trim this for you, you know," he says, sleepily latching onto the first thought in his head, letting his finger curl around the dark tendril of hair. "Not much, of course. Enough to keep it from getting out of hand, though." Unless the butcher wants it out of hand, of course, and Danta's smirk suggests that he's entirely fine with that prospect as well.
"How did you sleep?"
"I can trim this for you, you know," he says, sleepily latching onto the first thought in his head, letting his finger curl around the dark tendril of hair. "Not much, of course. Enough to keep it from getting out of hand, though." Unless the butcher wants it out of hand, of course, and Danta's smirk suggests that he's entirely fine with that prospect as well.
"How did you sleep?"
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.
