you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself
"On your person," Danta repeats, mouth falling open in a mix of shock and delight. The urge to clamber off Asta's lap and rummage through their belongings to find said notebook is almost impossible to resist, and the Maverick has to force himself to deliver renewed fuss to the butcher to keep his hands busy, fingers scritching indulgently through the back of his hair, his smile fiendish as he glances off into the tent. "I take it back, you really can be as coy as you like tonight." There doesn't seem to be anything Danta can do about it regardless.
Catching Asta's aghast expression out of the corner of his eye, the Maverick scoffs out a laugh without being able to help himself, his hands halting in their affections so he can raise them in placation. "Alright," he says through a grin, "alright, fine. Longheat it is, and I'll do my best to manage perfection for you."
Tugged closer by the way the butcher's arms close around him further, the Maverick's arms relax back around his lover, and he considers his next point with a soft hum of agreement at first, before something occurs to him. "Did you ever see any of the traditional weddings at The Climb while you were there?" he asks absently. "I only remember one or two I was allowed to attend, back when I was a kid. They wore white linen, but the hems had been dipped in ash and blood, like they'd touched Dygra before they were bound by her."
He hasn't realised the soft, nostalgic tone that has crept into his voice, let alone the smile that is curling across his lips, Danta shaking it off as he suddenly catches himself. "I assume the after party will be hosted at the Dusklight? If so, the colours you have in mind are already very well catered for."
Catching Asta's aghast expression out of the corner of his eye, the Maverick scoffs out a laugh without being able to help himself, his hands halting in their affections so he can raise them in placation. "Alright," he says through a grin, "alright, fine. Longheat it is, and I'll do my best to manage perfection for you."
Tugged closer by the way the butcher's arms close around him further, the Maverick's arms relax back around his lover, and he considers his next point with a soft hum of agreement at first, before something occurs to him. "Did you ever see any of the traditional weddings at The Climb while you were there?" he asks absently. "I only remember one or two I was allowed to attend, back when I was a kid. They wore white linen, but the hems had been dipped in ash and blood, like they'd touched Dygra before they were bound by her."
He hasn't realised the soft, nostalgic tone that has crept into his voice, let alone the smile that is curling across his lips, Danta shaking it off as he suddenly catches himself. "I assume the after party will be hosted at the Dusklight? If so, the colours you have in mind are already very well catered for."
Dantalion
I'll break it to you easy, this is hell
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
