in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
The lick of flame fills the room with cheerful, flickering light, setting walls and furnishings aglow against the backdrop of the Brizo at dusk. Danta is smiling before he even realises it, turning to respond to Asta only to find himself suddenly wrapped in the butcher's arms. "You're full of very good ideas today," he informs him. "Should we be worried that you're not going to have any thoughts at all for the next few days after this bout of genius?"
Grinning into the kiss planted against his cheek, it's with reluctance that he lets him go again, hoping his response has been obvious in his remarks; yes, he'd like to spend an extra day in this strange and delightful place they've found. "A hammock?" he echoes, voice dropping into something wicked and knowing as he turns to seek it out, though he's stopped by Asta's logical reminder that, you know, the sooner they do the things they have to, the more time they'll have for the things they want.
"Fiiiiiine," he drawls, sidling up behind the taller Ancient to hook an arm around him, if only briefly, to press against the warmth of his back. "You go get healed. I'll get us dinner."
Grinning into the kiss planted against his cheek, it's with reluctance that he lets him go again, hoping his response has been obvious in his remarks; yes, he'd like to spend an extra day in this strange and delightful place they've found. "A hammock?" he echoes, voice dropping into something wicked and knowing as he turns to seek it out, though he's stopped by Asta's logical reminder that, you know, the sooner they do the things they have to, the more time they'll have for the things they want.
"Fiiiiiine," he drawls, sidling up behind the taller Ancient to hook an arm around him, if only briefly, to press against the warmth of his back. "You go get healed. I'll get us dinner."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
