// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
"It sounds delightful," Danta drawls, scowling up at the smoke vent in the roof of the little house with suspicion, especially as the light pouring through it begins to go dim. He's clearly trying to decide whether Asta is fucking with them by playing with the time of day when the other man is beckoning for him to follow him back outside, and Danta's lips part to object only to find his mouth claimed by a kiss instead. Moaning a note of surprise - and approval, let it be said - into Asta's mouth, the Maverick is left sitting back on his hands as he watches his lover prowl back towards the door.
"Fine," he purrs. "But if you are taking me out into a pretend blizzard, we're going to fall out, you and I." Grinning and rolling to his feet, he soon pads after the other man and out back into his imagined village.
And it isn't a blizzard he's presented with, but a rich splash of colour against the snow and ice that makes it impossible to tell where the line of the horizon cuts off land from sky. "Well shit," he breathes, trailing after the other man to where he leads them to a perfect view of an already perfect view. Something about it makes Danta feel vaguely murdery in a way that likely calls back to being born of Dygra's chaos rather than finding his way to it separately, but he nevertheless tucks himself against Asta's side to watch the colour bleed across the sky.
"Almost makes it being cold enough to shave off your nipples worth it, I guess."
"Fine," he purrs. "But if you are taking me out into a pretend blizzard, we're going to fall out, you and I." Grinning and rolling to his feet, he soon pads after the other man and out back into his imagined village.
And it isn't a blizzard he's presented with, but a rich splash of colour against the snow and ice that makes it impossible to tell where the line of the horizon cuts off land from sky. "Well shit," he breathes, trailing after the other man to where he leads them to a perfect view of an already perfect view. Something about it makes Danta feel vaguely murdery in a way that likely calls back to being born of Dygra's chaos rather than finding his way to it separately, but he nevertheless tucks himself against Asta's side to watch the colour bleed across the sky.
"Almost makes it being cold enough to shave off your nipples worth it, I guess."
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
