// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
"You could really see me behaving myself in a ballroom setting?" Danta asks dubiously, raising his eyebrows and not bothering to hide the amusement on his face. "Granted, I suppose it would be nice to show off with you if we were ever at some fancy masquerade or something." Sighing, as if accepting the butcher's instruction is a real hassle, he gives him a warm nod. "When we get back to the Grounds, you can give me my first lesson," he invites.
Contently draped against Asta against the outside wall, he can't help but wrinkle his nose as the other man - of course - immediately absolves him of the blame. "Mm, but I went along with it. I'm just glad we got out of there before anyone got bit." That, at least, earns a brief smirk against the column of Asta's throat.
The hand that had been lingering on his cheek now moves to fuss over a lock of dark hair, curling it absently around his finger as they talk. "I don't think you need to get better with it," he says, eyes closing briefly with the kiss to his forehead. "Not liking to be touched doesn't mean there's something wrong with you. Especially in a crowd like that."
Contently draped against Asta against the outside wall, he can't help but wrinkle his nose as the other man - of course - immediately absolves him of the blame. "Mm, but I went along with it. I'm just glad we got out of there before anyone got bit." That, at least, earns a brief smirk against the column of Asta's throat.
The hand that had been lingering on his cheek now moves to fuss over a lock of dark hair, curling it absently around his finger as they talk. "I don't think you need to get better with it," he says, eyes closing briefly with the kiss to his forehead. "Not liking to be touched doesn't mean there's something wrong with you. Especially in a crowd like that."
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
