in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Perhaps if she let more people see she's a person with feelings they wouldn't be so judgy," Danta mutters, his tone almost petulant even as he sighs into the gentle touches that Asta feathers through his fair hair. "You found a rose? Well, Dygra go with you. If she hurts you, though, I'm not excusing the behaviour." He hadn't with Maea and he sure as fuck won't with Thal, whatever she might be going through.
He's reluctantly about to start to relax into the butcher's hands, already reassured by his previous words, when he hears that last little snippet - I am fairly certain. Straightening up, he reaches to tug at the knot in the blindfold to let the slip of silk fall from the other man's eyes, revealing the Maverick's stony expression. "Asta," he says, his voice quietly stern.
"This isn't about that - fuck, we've been through enough that I know that. But does she? Don't you remember the whole business with Flora? Your charm and attention can be another person's flirting." He swallows hard, suddenly uncomfortable.
He's reluctantly about to start to relax into the butcher's hands, already reassured by his previous words, when he hears that last little snippet - I am fairly certain. Straightening up, he reaches to tug at the knot in the blindfold to let the slip of silk fall from the other man's eyes, revealing the Maverick's stony expression. "Asta," he says, his voice quietly stern.
"This isn't about that - fuck, we've been through enough that I know that. But does she? Don't you remember the whole business with Flora? Your charm and attention can be another person's flirting." He swallows hard, suddenly uncomfortable.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
