in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"No? Not even for cocktails and threesomes?" Danta grins around his cigarette, shifting with Asta automatically to let him flick the ash from his smoke into the tray he'd found. The movement is as casual and easy as the words that slip from the other man's lips next, and Danta has to take a second to realise what he's actually just heard. That he hasn't imagined it, that it hasn't been a joke or something said by accident. My home is you.
Almost wanting to swat at the butcher for consistently spilling out poetry this evening, the Maverick eventually wins the fight to keep his hands to himself (just), but he's thoroughly silenced for a long few seconds. Stubbing out his cigarette without thinking, it allows him to shift just enough to properly curl against the other man, nosing against the side of his neck and breathing in the scent of him, as if to sear it into his memories.
"My home is you too, Asta," he mutters, loud enough for his ears only.
Almost wanting to swat at the butcher for consistently spilling out poetry this evening, the Maverick eventually wins the fight to keep his hands to himself (just), but he's thoroughly silenced for a long few seconds. Stubbing out his cigarette without thinking, it allows him to shift just enough to properly curl against the other man, nosing against the side of his neck and breathing in the scent of him, as if to sear it into his memories.
"My home is you too, Asta," he mutters, loud enough for his ears only.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
