idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
Soaking in every touch the butcher has to offer like an addict after a fix, Danta breathes in the scent of smoke and blood and sweetness and finds himself relaxing fully at last, such that when Asta does draw back, it's as if nothing had ever happened. "If that changes, let me know," he says, peppering kisses against his hand wherever it brushes across his skin close enough for his mouth to find it.
With that settled and with the uncertainty in the Maverick's mind replaced with a tentative anticipation - it has been a long time since he got to stretch his wings properly, after all - he slips out of Asta's lap and returns to sit behind him, deft fingers much more confident as they work through the butcher's soft hair. He falls quiet to work, knowing in his mind what he wants to achieve, but opting for smaller cuts at first in case Asta should change his mind.
The soft sound of the scissors soon fills the room, Danta gently tipping the butcher's head down or up as he needs, until he's finally shifting around to his front working on the layers that frame his face.
With that settled and with the uncertainty in the Maverick's mind replaced with a tentative anticipation - it has been a long time since he got to stretch his wings properly, after all - he slips out of Asta's lap and returns to sit behind him, deft fingers much more confident as they work through the butcher's soft hair. He falls quiet to work, knowing in his mind what he wants to achieve, but opting for smaller cuts at first in case Asta should change his mind.
The soft sound of the scissors soon fills the room, Danta gently tipping the butcher's head down or up as he needs, until he's finally shifting around to his front working on the layers that frame his face.
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.
