idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
Danta's laughter echoes around the room, especially as the butcher gives him the reaction he's been hoping for, though he does have to lock his arms around him further to stop him from squirming out of reach. "Come on, just a little cowbell?" he teases, tail lashing with amusement even as he feels the sudden prick of teeth against his shoulder. Perhaps wisely, the Maverick stills to avoid unintentionally introducing the other man's sharp fangs to his flesh, relaxing his grip around Asta.
"Fine, fine - you win this time," he grumbles good-naturedly, grinning and tilting the other man's chin up to meet his lips in a kiss. One that he almost doesn't want to part from, in truth, Danta melting against Asta and looping his arms around his waist. "Come on," he invites, nodding over his shoulder towards the large mirror. "Let's pamper you, and then we can see about the rest of the day."
"Fine, fine - you win this time," he grumbles good-naturedly, grinning and tilting the other man's chin up to meet his lips in a kiss. One that he almost doesn't want to part from, in truth, Danta melting against Asta and looping his arms around his waist. "Come on," he invites, nodding over his shoulder towards the large mirror. "Let's pamper you, and then we can see about the rest of the day."
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.
