// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
Smiling across to Sunjata, Danta's lips part to say something further before he finds them quite suddenly occupied. His surprise remains as a soft sound in the back of his throat, chaste as Asta's kiss might be, and he lets the butcher go with a quietly raised eyebrow and a smirk creeping across his face. "Alright, I'll be there in a second," he tells him, watching him prowl away before facing the Flood once more and clearing his throat.
"Hm? Oh - by all means," he says, nodding readily as the other man collects the whiskey bottle. "Careful, though - he might just like you for your choice, there. It's his favourite whiskey - Halovian." Where he's from, he might have added, were the butcher not in earshot just metres away.
"And you say that, but you've never had us as roommates before now. We might be the shitty ones," he reminds him with a fanged grin. Hopefully not, but neither of them can predict Asta's nightmares, when they'll strike or how bad they might be. Fingers crossed it's a quiet night, though. "Sleep well," he tells the Flood, giving one last glance around the room before slipping away to duck into the den.
Dragging his sweater over his head, he slinks straight up behind Asta to press against the warmth of his back, whispering a kiss to the nape of his neck. "I love you," he whispers, the words almost spoken under his breath, such are their softness. "C'mon. Sleep - you'll feel better." Dropping a further kiss upon a scarred shoulder, Danta is already dragging the fire and candles lower as he undresses and slinks beneath the sheets.
"Hm? Oh - by all means," he says, nodding readily as the other man collects the whiskey bottle. "Careful, though - he might just like you for your choice, there. It's his favourite whiskey - Halovian." Where he's from, he might have added, were the butcher not in earshot just metres away.
"And you say that, but you've never had us as roommates before now. We might be the shitty ones," he reminds him with a fanged grin. Hopefully not, but neither of them can predict Asta's nightmares, when they'll strike or how bad they might be. Fingers crossed it's a quiet night, though. "Sleep well," he tells the Flood, giving one last glance around the room before slipping away to duck into the den.
Dragging his sweater over his head, he slinks straight up behind Asta to press against the warmth of his back, whispering a kiss to the nape of his neck. "I love you," he whispers, the words almost spoken under his breath, such are their softness. "C'mon. Sleep - you'll feel better." Dropping a further kiss upon a scarred shoulder, Danta is already dragging the fire and candles lower as he undresses and slinks beneath the sheets.
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
