// you knew who I was //
"No, I don't think it's wise," Danta says, almost scoffing the words out, his voice pitched into a low whisper. Smiling to feel Asta's tail coil possessively about his leg, he's cut off from the rest of his sentence by the next kiss the butcher plants against his lips, the Maverick melting further against the other man. Leeching every bit of warmth from him and from the crackling fire, it doesn't matter whether his back twangs in protest, the pain is easily ignored so he can wind his other arm against Asta, careful of his shoulder.
Kissing him as if it might erase the past few hours, as if they'd simply walked here from the Greatwood, Danta might be breathless by the time he's forced to draw back, but it still doesn't feel like enough. "When has anything I've ever suggested been wise?" he whispers. "All I know is that I want you somewhere you can be comfortable, where we won't have to leave until we're ready. So if you want to go, we'll go."
Kissing him as if it might erase the past few hours, as if they'd simply walked here from the Greatwood, Danta might be breathless by the time he's forced to draw back, but it still doesn't feel like enough. "When has anything I've ever suggested been wise?" he whispers. "All I know is that I want you somewhere you can be comfortable, where we won't have to leave until we're ready. So if you want to go, we'll go."
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
