in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Danta's lips flinch towards a smile, as if he's one step away from breezing past it all and calling it a moment of madness. But the apology strikes a chord that goes far deeper than he expects, and he swallows past a sudden tightness in his throat and ducks his head in a quick nod. "Maybe," he says quietly. "We've spoken more recently, but as you've probably noticed, she's not much of a conversationalist." Especially not on the heels of a heartbreak.
Still, whatever embers had been threatening to roar up in defence have long been smothered by the butcher's understanding, and he leans in for a soft kiss that never threatens to become more than sweetness and affection. "Alright," he says, entrusting what happens next to the butcher's oh-so-clever hands. "If you expect us to wear a get-along shirt though, the answer is no." Some people aren't made to be firm friends, and that's okay too.
With another quick kiss, Danta straightens back up, his tail flicking gently at the tip. "I appear to have ruined the last taste test with my theatrics, but you're welcome to still try it."
Still, whatever embers had been threatening to roar up in defence have long been smothered by the butcher's understanding, and he leans in for a soft kiss that never threatens to become more than sweetness and affection. "Alright," he says, entrusting what happens next to the butcher's oh-so-clever hands. "If you expect us to wear a get-along shirt though, the answer is no." Some people aren't made to be firm friends, and that's okay too.
With another quick kiss, Danta straightens back up, his tail flicking gently at the tip. "I appear to have ruined the last taste test with my theatrics, but you're welcome to still try it."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
