in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"You heard me. I am blindfolded, after all." Grinning, as if to say that ought to be something the butcher takes full advantage of, Danta chases after the kiss Asta leaves against his lips, greedy for more. Instead, though, he finds the sound of shatteric ceramic and his back meeting the plush couch cushions; the raw chaos already has his blood pumping faster, and he shivers in a breath, missing the feel of the other man's arms around him.
His brow furrows beneath the blindfold as he tries hard to put together a picture without seeing it - and Asta truly has his trust, given the situations Danta has been in previously when he's been, for all intents and purposes, completely helpless. Here and now, though, he's more compliant than he's ever been, manoeuvred however Asta likes and willing to do much more, besides. "What dish?" He grins - evidently, it's already forgotten.
His brow furrows beneath the blindfold as he tries hard to put together a picture without seeing it - and Asta truly has his trust, given the situations Danta has been in previously when he's been, for all intents and purposes, completely helpless. Here and now, though, he's more compliant than he's ever been, manoeuvred however Asta likes and willing to do much more, besides. "What dish?" He grins - evidently, it's already forgotten.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
