// you've got a passion in those eyes //
"One day," Danta promises, turning to melt into any touch that Asta is willing to offer. Still a bit dazed and flushed - and still smiling, yes - he reaches out to sling an arm around the butcher's shoulders, leaning into his support and trying to get his feet back beneath him so they don't have to sit in the dust and rock and ash. "Me a saddle or you a harness. Maybe both," he suggests with a breathless laugh, waggling his eyebrows at his lover.
"Thank you," he adds, though he isn't specific about what. For being you, for being here, for being mine. "I think once I've gotten used to the shape a bit too, I'll feel more confident. I don't... I've never had anything like that. I only knew one or two Ancients who did." Morax being one of them, and gods, the sudden comparison is a wild one for Danta.
"Shall we go? I think I need a nap," he admits with a bark of laughter.
"Thank you," he adds, though he isn't specific about what. For being you, for being here, for being mine. "I think once I've gotten used to the shape a bit too, I'll feel more confident. I don't... I've never had anything like that. I only knew one or two Ancients who did." Morax being one of them, and gods, the sudden comparison is a wild one for Danta.
"Shall we go? I think I need a nap," he admits with a bark of laughter.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
