in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"No? You will have to get better at wine tasting, Asta," Danta boasts, allowing himself to be tugged against the other man, holding the strawberry aloft as if fully expecting a bite of it to be stolen - whcih it is, naturally. "Anything can be an innuendo if you try hard enough," he assures him, watching as lips and teeth come perilously close to his fingertips without ever grazing them.
"Sweet enough for you?" he asks, lifting the strawberry to take a bite of it himself, the ripe fruit exploding with flavour on his tongue. And as for breakfast, the sly smile that curls across Danta's mouth ought to be enough of an answer on its own, but just in case, he leans in to sneak a berry-red kiss to the corner of the butcher's mouth. "It is the most important meal of the day," he purrs. "Wouldn't want you to go hungry."
"Sweet enough for you?" he asks, lifting the strawberry to take a bite of it himself, the ripe fruit exploding with flavour on his tongue. And as for breakfast, the sly smile that curls across Danta's mouth ought to be enough of an answer on its own, but just in case, he leans in to sneak a berry-red kiss to the corner of the butcher's mouth. "It is the most important meal of the day," he purrs. "Wouldn't want you to go hungry."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
