// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
Danta doesn't try not to melt into Asta's touch - in fact, if they stand together for too much longer the butcher is likely going to have to carry him to the bed, such is the way he drapes himself against the other man. "Well, then who am I to deny you that opportunity?" he purrs, sipping again at his wine; just in time for kisses to be welcomed against his cheek and stolen from his lips.
"Mm? My birthday?" His brow furrows and he tilts his head, ferried all too willingly wherever Asta wants to bring him. "I suppose it is. You'll forgive me if it slipped my mind a bit this year." What with the whole void thing and the crow thing, Danta has been a bit occupied since Deepfrost ticked over to Flowerbirth.
But really, he ought to have known that if anyone was going to remember, it would be the man beside him, and the flush of affection that fills him at that thought is one he doesn't try to shove away. "Asta, it is always a pleasure to put up with you," he informs the butcher as he sinks down onto the bed and puts his wine down, if only to free up both hands to open the gifts.
Grinning appreciatively at the boxes of tea and raising his eyebrows, he shakes one at the other man almost threateningly. "Are you sure this wasn't a present for the both of us?" he teases - not that he ever wasn't going to share every cup he can with the butcher. The boxes come next, and Danta's cool blue eyes darken with delight at the sight of the arguably quirky garments he draws out. "You know me so well," he says, almost purring out the words. "Though I would argue that these might also count as a present for you, once I put them on."
Turning to lean in suddenly, stealing a soft, wine-sweet kiss from Asta's mouth, Danta nips affectionately at his lower lip as they part. "Thank you. This is all lovely."
"Mm? My birthday?" His brow furrows and he tilts his head, ferried all too willingly wherever Asta wants to bring him. "I suppose it is. You'll forgive me if it slipped my mind a bit this year." What with the whole void thing and the crow thing, Danta has been a bit occupied since Deepfrost ticked over to Flowerbirth.
But really, he ought to have known that if anyone was going to remember, it would be the man beside him, and the flush of affection that fills him at that thought is one he doesn't try to shove away. "Asta, it is always a pleasure to put up with you," he informs the butcher as he sinks down onto the bed and puts his wine down, if only to free up both hands to open the gifts.
Grinning appreciatively at the boxes of tea and raising his eyebrows, he shakes one at the other man almost threateningly. "Are you sure this wasn't a present for the both of us?" he teases - not that he ever wasn't going to share every cup he can with the butcher. The boxes come next, and Danta's cool blue eyes darken with delight at the sight of the arguably quirky garments he draws out. "You know me so well," he says, almost purring out the words. "Though I would argue that these might also count as a present for you, once I put them on."
Turning to lean in suddenly, stealing a soft, wine-sweet kiss from Asta's mouth, Danta nips affectionately at his lower lip as they part. "Thank you. This is all lovely."
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
