don't you ever tame your demons

// you've got a passion in those eyes //

On the contrary - Asta's warm, calloused fingers against his bare skin are as precious and welcome now as they always have been, despite Danta's somewhat hazy responses as he continues to reel from the physical presence of their goddess. "I'd appreciate it," he purrs as the other man confirms he can help, leaning into the kiss pressed to his cheek before peeling himself away to go and hunt for rubies.

Having stuffed the emeralds and the quartz into his back pocket - the only pockets he's got with his current ragged attire, alas - he soon finds himself kneeling at a cluster of deep crimson, reaching out to tease a few away. "I didn't think they would either. Especially after what happened at Longnight," he agrees, sucking the blood from a fresh cut on his finger and then reaching out to resume his work on the rubies.

"Mm...? Wait, never?" Pausing with a considerable chunk of crystal in hand, he turns to gaze across at Asta with wide blue eyes. "Not even when you were made? How?" His privilege of growing up Ancient, evidently, is showing, and Danta tries to blink away the surprise. "I... well." He smirks. "She's a blonde, to start, so you're already in luck."

Dantalion

// so aim it straight and true //