all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach
"Impossible," Danta boasts. "Otherwise you could say the same thing about anything charming. And you certainly haven't lost your charm for all the ways I've dabbled in you." Grinning wickedly across at Asta, he settles in bed and makes room for the other man to join him, carefully opening the wine and pouring them both a healthy measure to enjoy.
Setting the bottle down and surrendering one of the glasses to the butcher, with an arm free now Danta is able to slip it around Asta's shoulders, letting him nuzzle in against his side all he likes. "Was it?" He raises his eyebrows, peering into the rich red in the glass. "How do you know if it's expensive by the taste?" He's gotten better at knowing what he likes in wine - dry over sweet, red over white and so on, but he's still got a ways to go when it comes to telling quality, clearly.
Setting the bottle down and surrendering one of the glasses to the butcher, with an arm free now Danta is able to slip it around Asta's shoulders, letting him nuzzle in against his side all he likes. "Was it?" He raises his eyebrows, peering into the rich red in the glass. "How do you know if it's expensive by the taste?" He's gotten better at knowing what he likes in wine - dry over sweet, red over white and so on, but he's still got a ways to go when it comes to telling quality, clearly.
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.
