all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach
"Mm, I know that all too well - especially this season," Danta says in a soft, wicked voice wrapped in a smile, fingers stroking down the length of the other man's back beneath the heavy chain of his cloak, relishing the heat of his skin and the way it makes the metal warm against the backs of his hands. "Luckily for you, I'm a very flexible person." In every single way that matters, Asta has likely found. "And no, I certainly have not minded."
Humming audible approval against Asta's lips, Danta presses flush against the butcher as he's clutched closer; his hands are trapped beneath the chain so he can't tangle his fingers in his hair as he'd like, but already the prospect of being pinned down all over again is sounding very good indeed. "Still want to chase me through the woods?" He purrs. "Or is this enough?"
Humming audible approval against Asta's lips, Danta presses flush against the butcher as he's clutched closer; his hands are trapped beneath the chain so he can't tangle his fingers in his hair as he'd like, but already the prospect of being pinned down all over again is sounding very good indeed. "Still want to chase me through the woods?" He purrs. "Or is this enough?"
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.
