// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
"Well if it helps, you make sipping through a straw look very menacing," Danta purrs, tipping a wink to the other man. "Though you do make a good point about the cherries. What's that they say about thinks being sweeter if you have to wait for them?" All bullshit if you ask the Maverick, but if the alternative is shoving cherries through the gaps in a metal cage around his lover's face, so be it.
He settles at Astaroth's side, able to feel the gentle caress of his fingers and allowing his mind to wander, briefly, into that unique brand of creativity, when he hears a half-familiar voice from just beyond the butcher. Thalassa hasn't come out into the open entirely, tucked into folds of darkness and secrecy, and Danta's brow furrows beneath his mask, a muscle feathering in his jaw without his permission.
"Saving from who?" he asks, loud enough for them both to hear despite having been purposely snipped out of this particular conversation. "Because I know you aren't implying it's from me. C'mon, Thal. Give being edgy a break for a night and grow some wallflowers out in the open."
He settles at Astaroth's side, able to feel the gentle caress of his fingers and allowing his mind to wander, briefly, into that unique brand of creativity, when he hears a half-familiar voice from just beyond the butcher. Thalassa hasn't come out into the open entirely, tucked into folds of darkness and secrecy, and Danta's brow furrows beneath his mask, a muscle feathering in his jaw without his permission.
"Saving from who?" he asks, loud enough for them both to hear despite having been purposely snipped out of this particular conversation. "Because I know you aren't implying it's from me. C'mon, Thal. Give being edgy a break for a night and grow some wallflowers out in the open."
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
