// you knew who I was //
"Don't be - I love it when you're a brat." Danta's voice is soft and rough and framed by his smile, though his breath hitches as he suddenly finds the world disappearing from beneath his feet. His arm automatically curls around Asta's shoulders as he realises what's happening, which prompts a quiet rumble of laughter and a few further kisses to the warm column of his throat while they approach the dark comfort of their den.
Closing his eyes against the kiss to his forehead, his instinct is to reach after the other man as he departs, but if nothing else, he's really not convinced that he'll be able to get to his feet for another few minutes at least. So Danta settles himself in the nest of blankets and furs, dragging one of them across his lap and letting his other hand press against the sluggishly bleeding bite until Asta returns.
And at the request to let him see, his fingers drop away and he turns his head gently to the side so the butcher can get a good look. Amid the faint scars that litter his neck, he'll easily be able to identify the fresh wound. Wounds, rather; a shallow bite sits closer to his shoulder and collarbones, where the more problematic evidence of Asta's affection is almost at Danta's throat. "Will I live, doctor?" He smirks.
Closing his eyes against the kiss to his forehead, his instinct is to reach after the other man as he departs, but if nothing else, he's really not convinced that he'll be able to get to his feet for another few minutes at least. So Danta settles himself in the nest of blankets and furs, dragging one of them across his lap and letting his other hand press against the sluggishly bleeding bite until Asta returns.
And at the request to let him see, his fingers drop away and he turns his head gently to the side so the butcher can get a good look. Amid the faint scars that litter his neck, he'll easily be able to identify the fresh wound. Wounds, rather; a shallow bite sits closer to his shoulder and collarbones, where the more problematic evidence of Asta's affection is almost at Danta's throat. "Will I live, doctor?" He smirks.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
