you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"I'll be sure to whisper sweet-nothings to you all night to make up for it," Danta promises, happily ferried along in Asta's wake and claimed by his hands in a way he hadn't realised he'd missed so fiercely until now. Tugged into the shaded rainbow of their tent and kicking off the sandals he'd tugged on as they'd left for the skies, his arms are already looping around Asta's neck when he leans in; giving freely what he tries to take.
"Mm, you'll be a terror in the sky in no time," he mumbles against his lips, managing a small and fiendish smile before succumbing again to kiss and claim and share the sort of heat that had been little more than instinctive out in the desert. His fingers plunge into the back of dark hair, one leg hooking up and around Asta's hips, and if the butcher doesn't lead them to a soft landing in the furs and pillows, Danta is liable to make do with whatever bit of the tent he finds.
"Mm, you'll be a terror in the sky in no time," he mumbles against his lips, managing a small and fiendish smile before succumbing again to kiss and claim and share the sort of heat that had been little more than instinctive out in the desert. His fingers plunge into the back of dark hair, one leg hooking up and around Asta's hips, and if the butcher doesn't lead them to a soft landing in the furs and pillows, Danta is liable to make do with whatever bit of the tent he finds.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
