in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Mm, that's more your thing I think. Eating people alive, I mean." Danta smirks, feeling the parts of him that have grown icy and rigid start to thaw out again. "Not that I'm adverse to the occasional treat." Reaching up to cup the butcher's jaw as if to admire those wickedly sharp teeth for himself for a moment, before he can comment further Asta is already helping himself back to their little game, and the laugh that spills out of him is unexpected even to his own ears.
"Oh, I see," he purrs, shifting just enough to reach towards the tray that's still out of sight of the other man. "Alright. But you don't have to try hard to guess this one, I don't think." Like the chocolate before, the scent of this will hit Asta long before it gets near his lips. This time, though, it's not sweetness and decadence - it's fucking brandy, a fruitcake soaked in enough of it to numb the lips and warm the throat and chest all the way down.
"Oh, I see," he purrs, shifting just enough to reach towards the tray that's still out of sight of the other man. "Alright. But you don't have to try hard to guess this one, I don't think." Like the chocolate before, the scent of this will hit Asta long before it gets near his lips. This time, though, it's not sweetness and decadence - it's fucking brandy, a fruitcake soaked in enough of it to numb the lips and warm the throat and chest all the way down.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
