open hand or closed fist would be fine
"Clearly I am a lucky man," Danta announces, grinning at the storm outside and the steady drum of rain against the ground and the windows. He's lucky in more than just vanilla chai, but he figures that Asta will get his meaning. Tucking the blanket a little closer as he waits for the other man, the soft hum of his voice is a soothing accompaniment to the weather, and by the time the butcher comes to join him Danta already seems a bit sleepy.
"Ah, my hero," he trills, wasting little time in wrapping them up in the blanket and indeed settling himself in Asta's lap, the Maverick acceping his cup of tea and melting back against his lover's chest. It's a comfortingly familiar routine by now, this, regardless of how they choose to sit, and he turns his head to nuzzle against the underside of the butcher's jaw. "You know," he mumbles, "I think this is one of my favourite places, these days."
"Ah, my hero," he trills, wasting little time in wrapping them up in the blanket and indeed settling himself in Asta's lap, the Maverick acceping his cup of tea and melting back against his lover's chest. It's a comfortingly familiar routine by now, this, regardless of how they choose to sit, and he turns his head to nuzzle against the underside of the butcher's jaw. "You know," he mumbles, "I think this is one of my favourite places, these days."
Dantalion
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
