// the kinda wrong that make you feel right //
"Mmhm," Danta says, hiding his smile behind his wine (since he doubts Asta would ever admit to his decision being a poor one) and tipping his head back to finish his second glass in short order. Then it's time to get themselves on their feet, and the butcher isn't the only one deciding to ignore the protests of their body, Danta grumbling as he carefully straightens up and snags the rest of their bottle. Pouring himself a refill - and reaching across to do the same for Asta - it leaves the bottle empty, allowing him to set it down nearby.
"Gods, I bet," he purrs in response to the other man's whining, admiring the way his horns spiral out and cast shadows against the wall and resisting the urge to grab at his weaving tail. "Good thing we don't have to leave it until we're good and ready after this, mm?" Ushering Asta towards their den, Danta is thoroughly enjoying the buzz from the alcohol as he sets his glass down and hides a wide yawn behind the back of his hand.
"I'm back to being big spoon," he informs Asta haughtily, gesturing for him to collapse into bed and get comfortable.
"Gods, I bet," he purrs in response to the other man's whining, admiring the way his horns spiral out and cast shadows against the wall and resisting the urge to grab at his weaving tail. "Good thing we don't have to leave it until we're good and ready after this, mm?" Ushering Asta towards their den, Danta is thoroughly enjoying the buzz from the alcohol as he sets his glass down and hides a wide yawn behind the back of his hand.
"I'm back to being big spoon," he informs Asta haughtily, gesturing for him to collapse into bed and get comfortable.
Dantalion
// the little death that make you feel alive //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
