// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
Unlike when Asta had tugged him into an intimate little dance up at the Dusklight, here and now, Danta is in his element. It's messy, loud, claustrophobic and chaotic - what else could one of Dygra's children want, especially when fuelled by alcohol and the lingering memory of one hell of an orgasm in his veins?
The crowd presses in on all sides, the Maverick beaming up at Asta as he all but drapes himself against the other man, body lithe and serpentine against the rhythm of the music, ensuring that their most interesting parts are in near-constant contact. "I don't think I've ever seen you quite so flustered," Danta tells him, his lips all but pressed to his ear to be heard.
He at least notices the issue of their Ancient traits, the Maverick laughing as, with a brisk shake of his head, he pulls up his glamour, and the crowd floods in closer if anything. Close enough that some poor fool is grinding up against Danta now too, hands on his hips as if to draw him away from the butcher.
The crowd presses in on all sides, the Maverick beaming up at Asta as he all but drapes himself against the other man, body lithe and serpentine against the rhythm of the music, ensuring that their most interesting parts are in near-constant contact. "I don't think I've ever seen you quite so flustered," Danta tells him, his lips all but pressed to his ear to be heard.
He at least notices the issue of their Ancient traits, the Maverick laughing as, with a brisk shake of his head, he pulls up his glamour, and the crowd floods in closer if anything. Close enough that some poor fool is grinding up against Danta now too, hands on his hips as if to draw him away from the butcher.
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
