in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"You and me both," Danta says through a scoff, "though it would've been better if you'd been working on it with me. You tan better than I do." His fingers act as if to try and copy the swirling patterns Asta is painting against his skin on the butcher's own bare flesh, as if to imagine how it would look with a deeper, more olive tone to it. "It won't be quite as warm in the Grounds, but I bet it's still sunny enough to lay around for an afternoon." Maybe their vacation can continue for just a day or two longer at home.
Asta's understanding is all Danta can ask for, in truth, and though his smile is hidden against the other man's throat, the silent apology in it is no less sincere. "Charlie?" He can't help a real laugh at that, the Maverick fighting to peek up at his lover. "I'll let her know - she'll be delighted by that," he purrs. "Maybe we can even christen the rage room - then you won't need to keep yourself on such a tight leash."
Asta's understanding is all Danta can ask for, in truth, and though his smile is hidden against the other man's throat, the silent apology in it is no less sincere. "Charlie?" He can't help a real laugh at that, the Maverick fighting to peek up at his lover. "I'll let her know - she'll be delighted by that," he purrs. "Maybe we can even christen the rage room - then you won't need to keep yourself on such a tight leash."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
