storm's comin', I can see the clouds
"Mm, that's why they pay me the big bucks," Danta purrs, laughter threading through his words, his smile something Asta will be able to feel against his throat. Granted, as theocrat he has never been particularly good at thinking even one step ahead, and whilst that is likely never to change, when it comes to the butcher, perhaps he's able to screw his head on a little tighter.
Smiling again, more softly this time, at the unintentional mantra Asta has introduced to him - don't forget the good - as Danta feels the other man's tail vanish from around his leg he soon follows suit with his own glamour, if only so he can nuzzle his head properly into the crook of his neck. "Mm, there's plenty of it if you look hard enough," he agrees, fingers stroking gently against the butcher's chest and ribs, mapping out more faint scars not caused by gore crow talons.
Humming thoughtfully at the question, eyes briefly closing against the kiss to his brow, Danta is quiet for a few moments before blinking up at Asta and arching a brow. "Didn't Charlie win a bet against us some time last year, where we said she could dress us up however she liked? That should be close to the top of the list," he decides with a laugh. "But between you and I? Gods, let's spend some good old fashioned time being ourselves, shall we?"
Asta lurking in his finery in the shadows of the Dusklight, Danta tending the bar and sending visitors off to fulfil their wildest fantasies, drinks and chaos and banter - the sort of normality he doesn't realise he's come to miss.
Smiling again, more softly this time, at the unintentional mantra Asta has introduced to him - don't forget the good - as Danta feels the other man's tail vanish from around his leg he soon follows suit with his own glamour, if only so he can nuzzle his head properly into the crook of his neck. "Mm, there's plenty of it if you look hard enough," he agrees, fingers stroking gently against the butcher's chest and ribs, mapping out more faint scars not caused by gore crow talons.
Humming thoughtfully at the question, eyes briefly closing against the kiss to his brow, Danta is quiet for a few moments before blinking up at Asta and arching a brow. "Didn't Charlie win a bet against us some time last year, where we said she could dress us up however she liked? That should be close to the top of the list," he decides with a laugh. "But between you and I? Gods, let's spend some good old fashioned time being ourselves, shall we?"
Asta lurking in his finery in the shadows of the Dusklight, Danta tending the bar and sending visitors off to fulfil their wildest fantasies, drinks and chaos and banter - the sort of normality he doesn't realise he's come to miss.
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
