all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach
"She has? Well that's a relief at least," Danta says with a breathless chuckle, silently relaxing in the butcher's hands as he surrenders the lead, more than happy to leave the waltz to the other man's expertise now that he's shown him the results of his practice. And honestly, he dances even better when he doesn't have to think about it as much, such that their route to the refreshments table is a particularly enjoyable one, in fact.
When, at last, they are twined together instead of whirling around the dancefloor, Danta takes full advantage of the fact that he can claim kisses from his lover. Granted, he's forced to scatter them across the delicate metal panes of his muzzle, but it still counts, he likes to think. "The mulled cider is quite good," he purrs as they come across the table. "Oh, and there's blackberry champagne, too, but it was a little sweet for me. Which means you will love it."
Already he's reaching out for a flute of it - and a little straw, Asta, not to worry - to offer it to the butcher with a smile that's still wholly elated.
When, at last, they are twined together instead of whirling around the dancefloor, Danta takes full advantage of the fact that he can claim kisses from his lover. Granted, he's forced to scatter them across the delicate metal panes of his muzzle, but it still counts, he likes to think. "The mulled cider is quite good," he purrs as they come across the table. "Oh, and there's blackberry champagne, too, but it was a little sweet for me. Which means you will love it."
Already he's reaching out for a flute of it - and a little straw, Asta, not to worry - to offer it to the butcher with a smile that's still wholly elated.
Dantalion
don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
