you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Happily ferried to wherever Asta wants him - and even if it had been against the Mathair, he'd have gleefully risked the goddess's wrath for it - Danta's back hits the rough bark of a neighbouring tree and he gasps into their kiss. "I happen to quite like your faults, so that's lucky," he huffs, content to be pinned right here for the foreseeable future. His hands drift to the butcher's sharp attire, smoothing out a crease in his waistcoat and deftly straightening the collar of his shirt, even if his chaotic fingers want nothing more than to pluck and tear at the threads.
"And," he adds, his voice lowering to a whisper as if he doesn't even want the trees to hear, "I think I'm starting to like some parts of your haunt, too. Small parts. But let's not get ahead of ourselves." He winks at the butcher, leaning in for a kiss before the other man can question him too much, looping an arm around his neck and rolling his hips against Asta's as if to keep him distracted.
"And," he adds, his voice lowering to a whisper as if he doesn't even want the trees to hear, "I think I'm starting to like some parts of your haunt, too. Small parts. But let's not get ahead of ourselves." He winks at the butcher, leaning in for a kiss before the other man can question him too much, looping an arm around his neck and rolling his hips against Asta's as if to keep him distracted.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
