// but i'm weak, and what's wrong with that? //
"Gods no. I think we've been very subtle over the past couple of days," Danta drawls, though from the toothy grin he's shooting at Astaroth he's well aware of the lie in his own words. The Maverick is leaning against the counter beside the plate of bacon, enjoying the heat beginning to spike through the air and the ripples of sunlight across the pool. Like his lover he's dressed like they're going to do things, in a pair of tight pants harlequin striped in shades of black and charcoal, and a gauzy crimson shirt with a plunging neckline.
Several delicate chains lay warm against his skin, and his hands - as usual - are bedecked with jewellery, though of course there's an addition now that he can't help but brush his fingers against like a habit. "Odds are good," he continues, smirking and peering at Asta over the top of his sunglasses, "that she knew on that very first night, based on what I was moaning and how loudly." And he isn't sorry for it either, no.
Several delicate chains lay warm against his skin, and his hands - as usual - are bedecked with jewellery, though of course there's an addition now that he can't help but brush his fingers against like a habit. "Odds are good," he continues, smirking and peering at Asta over the top of his sunglasses, "that she knew on that very first night, based on what I was moaning and how loudly." And he isn't sorry for it either, no.
Dantalion
// boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
