storm's comin', I can see the clouds
Leaning immediately into the hand that cups his cheek, Danta's head turns to press kisses to the butcher's ash-bitten fingertips, unable and unwilling to stop the smile that creeps across his face. "I believe it," he mumbles, eyes closing briefly until Asta mentions that, apparently, they have plans that weekend. Furrowing his brows and blinking back up at his lover, evidently he thinks it's something he's forgotten about rather than something Asta has arranged himself.
"...Temple stuff?" he guesses. "Or were we flying somewhere...? I don't remember, sorry." With another kiss to the butcher's palm, Danta shifts in the fire to burrow himself closer, tossing his legs across Asta's lap and letting his head loll back against his shoulder. "Gods, I love you," he whispers, the words quiet and warm and for Asta's ears only. "I hope you never doubt that, even if I have to take a timeout when you're too spooky."
"...Temple stuff?" he guesses. "Or were we flying somewhere...? I don't remember, sorry." With another kiss to the butcher's palm, Danta shifts in the fire to burrow himself closer, tossing his legs across Asta's lap and letting his head loll back against his shoulder. "Gods, I love you," he whispers, the words quiet and warm and for Asta's ears only. "I hope you never doubt that, even if I have to take a timeout when you're too spooky."
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
