in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Waiting expectantly as Asta gets comfortable, the butcher will find Danta very easy to manoeuvre as he's tugged into his lover's lap. Melting against his chest and settling instantly in his arms, if he notices the tell-tale wagging of Asta's tail as he tugs the blankets around them, he opts not to say anything - this time, anyway.
Instead, freeing his arms and the cigarettes to place one carefully between Asta's lips, in no time at all they are able to settle in among soft clouds of smoke, listening to the muffled music and voices outside and the glitter of the ships nearby. "It is," he agrees quietly, keeping his cigarette held aloft and turning his head to kiss his lover's cheek.
"Reminds me of Torchline's cranky little sister, almost," he continues with a quiet laugh. "Not quite as busy, a little more rough around the edges. At night, though, you'd find it hard to tell the difference, right?"
Instead, freeing his arms and the cigarettes to place one carefully between Asta's lips, in no time at all they are able to settle in among soft clouds of smoke, listening to the muffled music and voices outside and the glitter of the ships nearby. "It is," he agrees quietly, keeping his cigarette held aloft and turning his head to kiss his lover's cheek.
"Reminds me of Torchline's cranky little sister, almost," he continues with a quiet laugh. "Not quite as busy, a little more rough around the edges. At night, though, you'd find it hard to tell the difference, right?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
