you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"For someone hoping to get away with passing in ordinary society, I would say so," Danta quips, smiling a fraction over his shoulder at Asta. "Though I would say that many people find your manners quite refreshing, these days. And not in a bad way - I happen to know that most of them almost fall over themselves to get to speak with you." The butcher exudes a charm that's difficult to find anywhere else; written into his very bones, it makes him a rare find indeed.
But then he's fastening and adjusting the necklace and Danta's focus is forced to pivot between the glittering links of bone and chain and the man who had gifted it to him. "Of course you made it," he breathes, a half-smile on his lips that bares the tip of one fang. It drapes perfectly across his chest and shoulders, the Maverick adjusting his posture ever so slightly to ensure it sits the way it should, and he just about thinks he's got it in him to remain polite when Asta is dropping to his fucking knees.
With his mouth suddenly dry and his cheeks hot, it takes everything in his power not to take full advantage of the situation and say hell to behaving himself to learn how to dance, Danta - quietly and reluctantly - steps into the pants and allows the other man to button them. "Thank you," he says, the words loaded with implication, and he snags the belt to quickly buckle it in place before his hands do something else entirely.
But then he's fastening and adjusting the necklace and Danta's focus is forced to pivot between the glittering links of bone and chain and the man who had gifted it to him. "Of course you made it," he breathes, a half-smile on his lips that bares the tip of one fang. It drapes perfectly across his chest and shoulders, the Maverick adjusting his posture ever so slightly to ensure it sits the way it should, and he just about thinks he's got it in him to remain polite when Asta is dropping to his fucking knees.
With his mouth suddenly dry and his cheeks hot, it takes everything in his power not to take full advantage of the situation and say hell to behaving himself to learn how to dance, Danta - quietly and reluctantly - steps into the pants and allows the other man to button them. "Thank you," he says, the words loaded with implication, and he snags the belt to quickly buckle it in place before his hands do something else entirely.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
