idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
Feeling very much like something cherished and not knowing quite what to do with the sensation, the heat that rises in Danta's cheeks is luckily (mostly) hidden from Asta as he blazes his trail of kisses, leaving the Maverick to fuss over him accordingly. Even more so as he nestles in against his neck, Danta letting a crooked smile spread across his lips as he toys with the gentle waves in the butcher's hair, shamelessly admiring it.
"That's no bad thing," he says gently, bouncing his eyebrows up at the other man as he appears in his field of vision again. "I quite enjoy it when you get a bit out of hand," he reminds him. Nevertheless, he's sure he can do a satisfactory job if that's what Asta would like. "Mine used to be a touch longer than this," he muses. A long time ago now, granted, but still.
"Shall we make tea, then? Together, so I don't have to suffer through you abandoning me in bed?"
"That's no bad thing," he says gently, bouncing his eyebrows up at the other man as he appears in his field of vision again. "I quite enjoy it when you get a bit out of hand," he reminds him. Nevertheless, he's sure he can do a satisfactory job if that's what Asta would like. "Mine used to be a touch longer than this," he muses. A long time ago now, granted, but still.
"Shall we make tea, then? Together, so I don't have to suffer through you abandoning me in bed?"
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.
