april showers

in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue

"Ugh, it won't be the same," Danta groans, his grin playfully exasperated as he draws close to the window, only to be snatched against the butcher. Going willingly and melting against him to watch the light get sucked beneath the horizon, it soon leaves only the slightest bloody rays to dance across Asta's horns and face. The Maverick's fingers stroke an idle path across his cheek as of to follow those same bands of light; thoroughly distracted by it, as the butcher reaches for him, it's with a soft hum of surprise and approval that he's tugged into a kiss.

Already letting his arms slip around the other man, Danta is left blinking distractedly up at him as he's suddenly expected to switch gears towards food and wine. Scoffing to himself and nuzzling obnoxiously beneath Asta's jaw, it's only once he's satisfied that he does lead them over to the basket.

"Let's see," he purrs, leaving his lover to deal with the wine as he gets everything else out. There's a pot of soup for them to warm over the fire, along with a couple of bowls; a loaf of bread seasoned with herbs and cheese and butter flavoured with chillies, not to mention an array of fruits and cold meats and freshly sliced vegetables. "I was told that if we'd like dessert, they can also send up some peach cobbler," he adds with a wink.

Dantalion