idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"Why do you think I learned to braid?" Danta says with a sharp smile. "I only ever had to get my hair ripped out by the roots once to know I wasn't having it happen a second time." Then, of course, he'd awoken from his slumber a free man, and any sense of self-expression had been quick and chaotic - and he hasn't stopped since. Turning his head to nibble affectionately at the inside of Asta's lips, although he had been the one to suggest it, Danta does sigh dramatically when the other man finally draws away.
"Mm, I was quite proud of it," he says of his veritable lion's mane of hair. "I don't remember why I decided to cut it." It's a lie - he does, he just doesn't want to ruin their morning with his usual traumatic woes. Anyway. Slipping from bed with Asta's assistance, he leans easily against the other man, brushing his lips across his bare shoulder in a kiss and gazing down at the collection of tea that Asta has procured.
"Which is the one with, uh... with the cinnamon and cloves in it?" he decides (sort of), nodding down at the boxes as if they will understand what he means. "We should have that one."
"Mm, I was quite proud of it," he says of his veritable lion's mane of hair. "I don't remember why I decided to cut it." It's a lie - he does, he just doesn't want to ruin their morning with his usual traumatic woes. Anyway. Slipping from bed with Asta's assistance, he leans easily against the other man, brushing his lips across his bare shoulder in a kiss and gazing down at the collection of tea that Asta has procured.
"Which is the one with, uh... with the cinnamon and cloves in it?" he decides (sort of), nodding down at the boxes as if they will understand what he means. "We should have that one."
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.
