// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
There will be other nights, Danta decides - nights where Asta can have it out with Maea, where Jack might slink into the back of some seedy bar, sheepish and contrite and trying not to catch Flora's eye as she dazzles everyone around her. Nights for more of what happened between them earlier in the guildhall, and nights just like right now, when everything feels at ease, no matter the topic of conversation.
"Mm, you just made him a little hungry is all," he purrs in response to Flora's question, tipping her a wink and surrendering his margarita to another set of lips, leaning into the knot in his shoulder that Asta's firm fingers have just managed to release. "I can't say I blame him, in truth." Blowing a kiss to them both and letting out a grateful sigh, the Maverick scoots back to grab the still half-full jug of margarita mix so he can refill any glass in sight.
"I've got energy left for anything you might want to do, whether Asta's line gets thinner and shorter, or longer and harder," he quips. Oh, and then Flora goes and spoils it all by saying something stupid like THAL'S INFECTED.
"Sorry, what?" Danta blurts.
"Mm, you just made him a little hungry is all," he purrs in response to Flora's question, tipping her a wink and surrendering his margarita to another set of lips, leaning into the knot in his shoulder that Asta's firm fingers have just managed to release. "I can't say I blame him, in truth." Blowing a kiss to them both and letting out a grateful sigh, the Maverick scoots back to grab the still half-full jug of margarita mix so he can refill any glass in sight.
"I've got energy left for anything you might want to do, whether Asta's line gets thinner and shorter, or longer and harder," he quips. Oh, and then Flora goes and spoils it all by saying something stupid like THAL'S INFECTED.
"Sorry, what?" Danta blurts.
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
