in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Well," Danta purrs, "maybe they can be at-home activities too, now that we know where home is." Not that he's going to complain either way, not as Asta's arms tighten around him and he lets his eyes slip shut. Finding himself relaxed and at peace in a way he'd not considered he needed so badly until it happened, Danta nuzzles in close enough to leave a string of soft kisses against the butcher's throat, before he settles back into the embrace.
"Yeah," he agrees, "me too. Sorry if the house is a bit broken, though. I'm working on it." His voice is pitched low and already his attention has vanished from the view outside and whatever else the residents of Jack Tar might be up to. And any good intentions Danta might have had about staying awake are entirely ruined from here - wrapped up in the butcher's lap, it's all too easy to slip into a doze, wanted and loved and still trying to get used to it.
"Yeah," he agrees, "me too. Sorry if the house is a bit broken, though. I'm working on it." His voice is pitched low and already his attention has vanished from the view outside and whatever else the residents of Jack Tar might be up to. And any good intentions Danta might have had about staying awake are entirely ruined from here - wrapped up in the butcher's lap, it's all too easy to slip into a doze, wanted and loved and still trying to get used to it.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
