in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
The blade slips from Danta's fingers onto the table at the first warm press of Asta's body against his back, the Maverick holding himself taut and only relaxing into the other man slowly, by degrees. Tilting his head to welcome the butcher against his neck, his command has a soft curse slipping through Danta's lips, as if the permission has been something he's been craving but also something perhaps better left unsaid.
With a quiet, unintelligible growl rumbling in his throat and Asta caging him in enough to ensure he doesn't get out of control, Danta's hand flinches forward into their prey once again, tearing the heart from the chest cavity and sinking his teeth into the rich muscle, tearing at it and coating himself afresh in blood. There's something carnal and starving, as always, in the way he feasts and sates his bloodlust, something that hints towards not enough, never enough, but between the two of them, perhaps they'll be able to get out of this at least a little bit put together.
With a quiet, unintelligible growl rumbling in his throat and Asta caging him in enough to ensure he doesn't get out of control, Danta's hand flinches forward into their prey once again, tearing the heart from the chest cavity and sinking his teeth into the rich muscle, tearing at it and coating himself afresh in blood. There's something carnal and starving, as always, in the way he feasts and sates his bloodlust, something that hints towards not enough, never enough, but between the two of them, perhaps they'll be able to get out of this at least a little bit put together.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
