in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Scoffing, Danta's head tips to the side to welcome Asta's lips against his neck. Already his eyes are threatening to drift shut, exhaustion nipping at the heels of bliss now that he's beginning to settle back into his senses. "We'll just have to agree to disagree," he murmurs, turning to brush his lips across Asta's forehead, smiling to himself. "Or I suppose we can both be perfect. I don't think there's any rule that says we can't."
Letting his fingers smooth through the back of the butcher's hair, he teases them against any snags or tangles he finds, coaxing them out and trickling his fingertips between his shoulders. "I don't trust myself to walk, so whenever you're ready, would you mind taking us to bed?" he asks with a crooked smile. "I think what you just did to me warrants a long nap."
Letting his fingers smooth through the back of the butcher's hair, he teases them against any snags or tangles he finds, coaxing them out and trickling his fingertips between his shoulders. "I don't trust myself to walk, so whenever you're ready, would you mind taking us to bed?" he asks with a crooked smile. "I think what you just did to me warrants a long nap."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
