in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Where else?" Danta purrs, offering a quick kiss to the other man's neck before they're slipping out of the room and down the corridor, parting from one another to deal with their respective chores. Not that either is particularly taxing or difficult; while Asta gets touched in all the best places by the healer, bringing him back to tip top condition for the days to come, Danta goes about procuring them dinner for the evening.
He appears back at their room a few minutes behind the butcher, ambling inside with a large covered basket in one hand and a two chilled bottles of wine in a bucket in the other. "Ah, you beat me to it. I was going to arrange some sickeningly romantic picnic," he complains without an ounce of real vitriol, flashing a fanged grin to Asta as he goes to set down basket and bucket on a nearby table.
Danta doesn't miss it, either, the strange similarities between now and their time spent in the Levinsward, and he strolls towards the window to peer out at the dying light with unmistakeable fondness. "If only our view out of the Dusklight was like this, mm?"
He appears back at their room a few minutes behind the butcher, ambling inside with a large covered basket in one hand and a two chilled bottles of wine in a bucket in the other. "Ah, you beat me to it. I was going to arrange some sickeningly romantic picnic," he complains without an ounce of real vitriol, flashing a fanged grin to Asta as he goes to set down basket and bucket on a nearby table.
Danta doesn't miss it, either, the strange similarities between now and their time spent in the Levinsward, and he strolls towards the window to peer out at the dying light with unmistakeable fondness. "If only our view out of the Dusklight was like this, mm?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
