idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
Luckily for Asta, Danta is much too busy concentrating now to be worried about any shitfuckery at play, though if he's still flushed and bashful by the time the Maverick is finished, he's guaranteed to take full advantage of it. For now, though, he's pulled his chair around so he might be able to sit before the other man, gently turning his face this way and that to make sure his work is neat and even.
"You know," he says, his voice low and amused between them, "of all the things I say I ought to have been doing instead of being Theocrat, perhaps this is The One." Chuckling to himself at the idea of a monstrous Ancient owning a dinky little salon, he sits back at last and carefully tousles Asta's hair in the way he'd usually wear it, before nodding. "Alright, if you wouldn't mind showing me those horns now?" Bouncing his eyebrows at his lover, now he does notice his reddened cheeks, and - so sue him - he's delighted.
"You know," he says, his voice low and amused between them, "of all the things I say I ought to have been doing instead of being Theocrat, perhaps this is The One." Chuckling to himself at the idea of a monstrous Ancient owning a dinky little salon, he sits back at last and carefully tousles Asta's hair in the way he'd usually wear it, before nodding. "Alright, if you wouldn't mind showing me those horns now?" Bouncing his eyebrows at his lover, now he does notice his reddened cheeks, and - so sue him - he's delighted.
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.
