idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"Enough," Danta whispers with a grin, as if to scold the other man for his sentimentality. He doesn't mean it one bit, of course, leaning in to brush his nose against Asta's and letting himself sit with the feeling for a moment, of being obligated to no one but himself and the man he's curled up against, of freedom and peace and the ability to simply relax when it suits him. Something he takes full advantage of now, Danta nuzzling against the hand in his hair and huffing out a laugh as Asta turns to stretch across him again.
"You know, I think I would enjoy that as well," he whispers, letting wicked fingers trickle up the length of the butcher's back, his head tilting to better welcome the chain of kisses Asta leaves along his jaw. "Mm, I could be tempted by tea," he agrees, grinning and slipping those same fingers up and into his lover's hair, gently teasing at the dark locks. "And only if you're sure. I would never presume to change anything about you that you didn't actually want."
"You know, I think I would enjoy that as well," he whispers, letting wicked fingers trickle up the length of the butcher's back, his head tilting to better welcome the chain of kisses Asta leaves along his jaw. "Mm, I could be tempted by tea," he agrees, grinning and slipping those same fingers up and into his lover's hair, gently teasing at the dark locks. "And only if you're sure. I would never presume to change anything about you that you didn't actually want."
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.
