idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"Mm, well now you can make it a priority. Nothing has even tried to kill you in a season," Danta points out, the words mumbled against Asta's shoulder in another kiss, and he gently fluffs his fingers through the back of the butcher's hair as if to see how it falls. "How much do you want cut? It sits about here right now," he says, those same fingers falling between Asta's shoulder blades and falling to a halt.
Then the other man is turning, however, and Danta offers him a fanged grin as the memory replays itself. "I bet we could arrange that," he purrs, leaning into the kiss pressed to his lips. "Or at least the part where you try to devour me. I think we can probably skip the stony coffin part this year." Inhaling deeply as the scent of cinammon and spices fills the air, the Maverick relaxes anew, content to ignore the world outside for the one playing out in their room.
Then the other man is turning, however, and Danta offers him a fanged grin as the memory replays itself. "I bet we could arrange that," he purrs, leaning into the kiss pressed to his lips. "Or at least the part where you try to devour me. I think we can probably skip the stony coffin part this year." Inhaling deeply as the scent of cinammon and spices fills the air, the Maverick relaxes anew, content to ignore the world outside for the one playing out in their room.
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.
