// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
"Do we need to go over the rules one more time, or do you think you're good?" Danta's voice is like quicksilver and honey, slick and sticky in all the wrong places, and he gives Astaroth's hand a squeeze as they thread their way through the musical trees towards the masquerade. It's unusual for there to be any rules at all when it comes to the Maverick and the butcher, and even more unusual for them to arrive hand in hand, but strange seasons call for strange tactics.
Said rules mainly revolve around Asta promising to keep his teeth to himself and Danta - shock, horror - being allowed to speak to whomever he pleases, but he'll do his best not to wear his lover's patience too thin. And as they step into the clearing he's quite snug against the other man's side, a smile curling across his lips at the decorations and the plethora of food and drink on offer.
Danta doesn't wear a cloak; it's more of a cape that hangs from one of his shoulders, black as pitch on the outside but lined with gold silk. His mask is similarly styled, all dark lace and shimmering gold accents, and he's drawn up his glamour for the occasion - no tail or horns in sight, though there might still be a peek of fangs when he smiles. "Come on," he suggests to Asta, "let's go find a tree for you to lurk against."
He does spot Flora across the way, however - how the fuck could you miss her? - his eyes lighting up and his hand lifting in a friendly wave, though he'll give it a little while before attempting any socialisation.
Danta's outfit making thread: [SE] refugee from stone and sand
Said rules mainly revolve around Asta promising to keep his teeth to himself and Danta - shock, horror - being allowed to speak to whomever he pleases, but he'll do his best not to wear his lover's patience too thin. And as they step into the clearing he's quite snug against the other man's side, a smile curling across his lips at the decorations and the plethora of food and drink on offer.
Danta doesn't wear a cloak; it's more of a cape that hangs from one of his shoulders, black as pitch on the outside but lined with gold silk. His mask is similarly styled, all dark lace and shimmering gold accents, and he's drawn up his glamour for the occasion - no tail or horns in sight, though there might still be a peek of fangs when he smiles. "Come on," he suggests to Asta, "let's go find a tree for you to lurk against."
He does spot Flora across the way, however - how the fuck could you miss her? - his eyes lighting up and his hand lifting in a friendly wave, though he'll give it a little while before attempting any socialisation.
Danta's outfit making thread: [SE] refugee from stone and sand
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
