in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Smiling back down at Morgen, Danta inclines his head to the handsome cowboy. "Your being here is already all the help in the world," he purrs, smirking towards Asta as the butcher finally draws closer and melting against his lips in a kiss that feels like far too little. With the promise of more written in the air between them, though, he straightens up, continuing to fuss over Morgen as the other man chooses his implements.
Asta is an artist when he gets going, and Danta has never been able to stand and watch for so long - as the heavy iron tang of blood hits the air and begins to paint lines of red across the wrangler's bare torso, already his mouth is watering. Accepting the morsel of flesh as if it's something delicate and sweet - and it is - he hums out a long sigh and presses his fingers indulgently into Morgen's shoulders, as if offering him a massage.
"Gods," he whispers to the butcher as he properly gets to work, eyes dark with wonder and lust (both bloodlust and the other kind, he might add), his tongue running across his fangs.
Asta is an artist when he gets going, and Danta has never been able to stand and watch for so long - as the heavy iron tang of blood hits the air and begins to paint lines of red across the wrangler's bare torso, already his mouth is watering. Accepting the morsel of flesh as if it's something delicate and sweet - and it is - he hums out a long sigh and presses his fingers indulgently into Morgen's shoulders, as if offering him a massage.
"Gods," he whispers to the butcher as he properly gets to work, eyes dark with wonder and lust (both bloodlust and the other kind, he might add), his tongue running across his fangs.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
