all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach
Asta takes his hand and Danta is left dazzled for more than a few moments by the sight of the fire obsidian gleaming like an oilspill rainbow on his finger. He has to remind himself to breathe on more than one occasion, the smile that starts to creep across his face one of wonder and delight. "I already have something in mind," he murmurs, leaning in for a chaste kiss that still manages to crackle heat through his veins.
Drawing back at the feel of the butcher's fingers brushing his hair out of his face, he finds himself grinning foolishly and unable to stop it. "I'm glad," he says, "because I'm never going to take it off." Melting forward, he clasps the butcher against him suddenly, his embrace tight and thrumming with warmth, his forehead dropping to rest on Asta's shoulder.
"I don't know how you expect me to go out to dinner with you now," he says, voice muffled and his tone playfully chastising. "...But I will," he adds, in case Asta tries to change their plans. "I can hear the cogs in your head where you've been planning all of this. It would be rude not to let them all play out."
Drawing back at the feel of the butcher's fingers brushing his hair out of his face, he finds himself grinning foolishly and unable to stop it. "I'm glad," he says, "because I'm never going to take it off." Melting forward, he clasps the butcher against him suddenly, his embrace tight and thrumming with warmth, his forehead dropping to rest on Asta's shoulder.
"I don't know how you expect me to go out to dinner with you now," he says, voice muffled and his tone playfully chastising. "...But I will," he adds, in case Asta tries to change their plans. "I can hear the cogs in your head where you've been planning all of this. It would be rude not to let them all play out."
Dantalion
don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
