you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself
"Oh I see," Danta says through a breathless laugh, eyes slipping shut as if he might better feel the heat of Asta's mouth against his throat without his handsome face as a distraction. "It's lucky for you that I love it when you can't rein it in, hmm?" One of his legs hooks around the butcher's waist as he speaks, pinning their bodies close together, and as the rain continues to patter (and scream) against the tent outside, he admits that it does remind him of The Climb a little.
"You know," he whispers, voice pitched low as if he's worried the howling voices outside might hear him and come to interrupt, "I'm surprised you even let me get as far as pitching the tent before putting your hands all over me." Grinning - all too aware of the double entendre he's potentially made - Danta punctuates the remark by running his hands down the length of Asta's back, urging him closer still.
"You know," he whispers, voice pitched low as if he's worried the howling voices outside might hear him and come to interrupt, "I'm surprised you even let me get as far as pitching the tent before putting your hands all over me." Grinning - all too aware of the double entendre he's potentially made - Danta punctuates the remark by running his hands down the length of Asta's back, urging him closer still.
Dantalion
I'll break it to you easy, this is hell
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
