in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"It wouldn't bother me; I've always been the paler sort. I bet you looked all sorts of enticing back under the Halovian sun during Longheat," Danta purrs, shifting only enough to sink further into the butcher's embrace, as if he might somehow get even closer than they are currently. Outside, the skyship appears to have reached the altitude it needs to coast along, and the rocking of their cabin becomes something gentle and steady.
At the other man's question, Danta does finally shift enough to peep up at him, blue eyes sleepy and expression remarkably unbothered despite the subject of their conversation. "Oh, probably not," he says, leaving a line of kisses against the hollow of Asta's throat. "But you so rarely get to have any fun in that way, I thought it might be nice for you to let loose without feeling guilty. It's a good point, though. I wouldn't want to cause more problems in the long run."
At the other man's question, Danta does finally shift enough to peep up at him, blue eyes sleepy and expression remarkably unbothered despite the subject of their conversation. "Oh, probably not," he says, leaving a line of kisses against the hollow of Asta's throat. "But you so rarely get to have any fun in that way, I thought it might be nice for you to let loose without feeling guilty. It's a good point, though. I wouldn't want to cause more problems in the long run."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
