// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
Humming his agreement around a long sip of his drink, Danta sets the glass down on the table in time to be drawn into the booth alongside Asta. He sidles in next to him and leans casually into the heat rippling from his body, letting his hand fall to rest atop the other man's thigh. Turning into the affection nuzzled against his fair hair, he smiles up at the butcher. "Sweet of you," he murmurs, almost kissing the words along the curve of his jaw, "but I'm perfectly fine."
More than fine, honestly; with his limbs feeling heavy and relaxed, fresh alcohol stirring through his blood and the knowledge that the man beside him isn't imminently bloodthirsty, all that's left is the memory of infinite pleasure from the guildhall. "I wouldn't say no to doing it again with Flora, truth be told. She was delightful." He grins, angling himself a little further towards Asta and running his thumb across the top of his knee.
"That said, I'm not complaining about having you back to myself for a little while."
More than fine, honestly; with his limbs feeling heavy and relaxed, fresh alcohol stirring through his blood and the knowledge that the man beside him isn't imminently bloodthirsty, all that's left is the memory of infinite pleasure from the guildhall. "I wouldn't say no to doing it again with Flora, truth be told. She was delightful." He grins, angling himself a little further towards Asta and running his thumb across the top of his knee.
"That said, I'm not complaining about having you back to myself for a little while."
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
