open hand or closed fist would be fine
Astaroth emerges from the Dusklight like sin wrapped in silk, and Danta swears his mouth starts to water a little before he checks himself. (He didn't go through all this preparation just to get caught drooling, okay). Instead, slanting a crooked smile in the other man's direction, he surrenders the cane and slinks forward to link his arm with Asta's, leaning into the touch to his cheek much like a cat might.
"Well," he says, gesturing off into the Last Whisper for them to stroll between the snowdrifts, "there are a few occasions, but also none at all." With a fanged grin, he reaches with his free hand to brush gloved fingers across the emerald green vest. "This is lovely, by the way. I don't think I've seen it on you before."
But anyway. "It happens to be your birthday this season," Danta reminds him once they're far enough away from the Dusklight and anyone who might hear it to take advantage of the fact. "And I recall promising we'd go to dinner somewhere fancy at some point. But also I just wanted to go out with you."
"Well," he says, gesturing off into the Last Whisper for them to stroll between the snowdrifts, "there are a few occasions, but also none at all." With a fanged grin, he reaches with his free hand to brush gloved fingers across the emerald green vest. "This is lovely, by the way. I don't think I've seen it on you before."
But anyway. "It happens to be your birthday this season," Danta reminds him once they're far enough away from the Dusklight and anyone who might hear it to take advantage of the fact. "And I recall promising we'd go to dinner somewhere fancy at some point. But also I just wanted to go out with you."
Dantalion
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
