open hand or closed fist would be fine
"Only in Leafchange could I ever be accused by you of being no fun," Danta informs the other man, huffing with suitable affront as he swans across their room and drops the towel from around his waist, tail lashing playfully at his heels. "And centuries, you say? Don't tell me you spent all that time asleep dreaming about dusty old bones, Asta."
Grinning over his shoulder - both at the teasing between them and the reminder of the fingerprint bruises that remain deliciously speckled across his hips and along his neck, it's with a decadent sigh that he wiggles into a pair of loose linen pants. "Mm, it was nice to soothe my poor, abused body for a bit," he agrees, mouth kicking up in a half-smile. "Doesn't mean I didn't miss the company."
That might explain why he pads back across to the couch, very candidly knocking the bowl, knife and bone off Asta's lap so he can replace the tools with himself. "You know it'll be Deepfrost in just a few days," he purrs. "I wonder if this madness will leave you as quickly as it jumped on your back."
Grinning over his shoulder - both at the teasing between them and the reminder of the fingerprint bruises that remain deliciously speckled across his hips and along his neck, it's with a decadent sigh that he wiggles into a pair of loose linen pants. "Mm, it was nice to soothe my poor, abused body for a bit," he agrees, mouth kicking up in a half-smile. "Doesn't mean I didn't miss the company."
That might explain why he pads back across to the couch, very candidly knocking the bowl, knife and bone off Asta's lap so he can replace the tools with himself. "You know it'll be Deepfrost in just a few days," he purrs. "I wonder if this madness will leave you as quickly as it jumped on your back."
Dantalion
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
