in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Oh?" Curiosity laces through the Maverick's tone at that, even as his eyes shut momentarily to enjoy the kiss pressed to his forehead; affection that he's not only gotten used to, finally, but that he craves like a man in the desert seeking water. "How'd you get any sleep?" He imagines the underground little bunkers like the ones Asta had shown him in the House of Midnight made it easier, but gods, it sounds like a grand way to fuck with one's sleeping pattern.
"I'd like that. I'll stay wisely in the shade where I won't burn to a crisp," Danta agrees, unable not to smirk at using the word burn in reference to their kind. Truthfully, though, sunburn is one of the only dangers of Longheat that they might suffer.
Smiling against the hum of Asta's voice against his lips as he speaks, Danta allows himself to be tucked closer against his lover, nodding sleepy agreement. "Only one way to find out," he quips, all chaos and mischief, before he falls silent in Asta's arms, his breathing slow and heavy within only a few moments as he succumbs, at last, to a nap.
"I'd like that. I'll stay wisely in the shade where I won't burn to a crisp," Danta agrees, unable not to smirk at using the word burn in reference to their kind. Truthfully, though, sunburn is one of the only dangers of Longheat that they might suffer.
Smiling against the hum of Asta's voice against his lips as he speaks, Danta allows himself to be tucked closer against his lover, nodding sleepy agreement. "Only one way to find out," he quips, all chaos and mischief, before he falls silent in Asta's arms, his breathing slow and heavy within only a few moments as he succumbs, at last, to a nap.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
