don't you ever tame your demons
"Perish the thought,"" Danta whispers, a fiendish slant to his smile; there's already one menace in the bed and it's him, so gods know what will happen if Asta jumps on the bandwagon. (And if only he knew what the rest of the season might hold, mm?) "Ah, I can see why that would be a bit troubling," he agrees of the nature of forgetting to remember something forgotten, though as the butcher continues to litter him with affections, Danta can't help but feel like Asta can't be too troubled about it all.
Grinning at the wag of an ashen tail and the shiver that runs down the other man's spine, he settles deeper into the comfort of the pillows when Asta shifts to hover over him once again. The sudden compliment is enough to startle a flush to his cheeks, Danta huffing out a quiet, surprised laugh and leaning into the hand that cups his jaw. "You're not bad yourself," he mumbles, the words a little gruffer than he'd like, his head turning to nibble against the inside of the other man's wrist, following it up with a soft kiss better.
Grinning at the wag of an ashen tail and the shiver that runs down the other man's spine, he settles deeper into the comfort of the pillows when Asta shifts to hover over him once again. The sudden compliment is enough to startle a flush to his cheeks, Danta huffing out a quiet, surprised laugh and leaning into the hand that cups his jaw. "You're not bad yourself," he mumbles, the words a little gruffer than he'd like, his head turning to nibble against the inside of the other man's wrist, following it up with a soft kiss better.
Dantalion
but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
