burned me up and down

// you knew who I was //

Luckily for Flora, they are all of them creatures of theatre and excess in this little guildhall, though Danta's bitten out curse is all real. His fingers flex around Flora's wrist as if to hold her in place - or hold her at bay, he doesn't know - and his own hand is pinned by Asta in turn, keeping him tethered in more than one way to the chaos of all that's unfurling. "Fuck," he groans as she takes him further into her mouth, and it takes every shred of willpower not to thrust his hips forward.

So instead he turns his attention to Asta, watching him fuck the Doubletake ruthlessly and effortlessly, as if he's stepped right out of one of Danta's darkest fantasies and onto the chaise before them. "Make her moan for me," he purrs to the butcher, blue eyes flicking back down to Flora expectantly, waiting for the thrum of sensation around him to drag him closer to the edge, until the torture of it is something he can no longer stand.

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //