// the kinda wrong that make you feel right //
"Whoever you feel like, whoever you need to be, I'll still sit with you tonight," Danta says simply, trailing a few further kisses against the side of Asta's neck and against his jaw, surrendering the liquor bottle without protest. "We can even just stay like this until the sun rises again if you want." It's only just dipping down behind the ridges and lava pools, painting an already hazy sky in shades of gold and amber hued with the growing smudge of night.
The stars will probably be brilliant against the ghoulish shine of lava, not that he imagines Asta will be in much of a state to enjoy it, Danta shifting to get more comfortable on the stone so his lover can more easily lean back against him, shielding his back and shoulders from the open air. "If not, though, I did bring marshmallows. And some meat to roast on the fire." Smiling, he tilts his head against Asta's and falls quiet to hear the - blessedly - quiet whisper of the surrounding canyon.
The stars will probably be brilliant against the ghoulish shine of lava, not that he imagines Asta will be in much of a state to enjoy it, Danta shifting to get more comfortable on the stone so his lover can more easily lean back against him, shielding his back and shoulders from the open air. "If not, though, I did bring marshmallows. And some meat to roast on the fire." Smiling, he tilts his head against Asta's and falls quiet to hear the - blessedly - quiet whisper of the surrounding canyon.
Dantalion
// the little death that make you feel alive //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
