you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Mmm, I'll do whatever you want when we get back," Danta purrs, smiling against the kiss Asta dutifully delivers to his lips and curling his arms higher to loop around the butcher's shoulders. "After the parties, of course," he echoes in a wicked whisper, pressing another few kisses to the corner of his mouth and his cheeks before settling again, fingers straying up to fuss over the rainbow spill of colour against Asta's horns.
"I'm glad we came up here to do this," he adds after a beat or two of thoughtful quiet. "Maybe we can make a habit of it every Leafchange." Not necessarily always Hak Etme, but certainly somewhere hot and isolated where Asta can succumb to the possessive chaos in his blood without having to put any of their friends or aquaintances at risk.
"I'm glad we came up here to do this," he adds after a beat or two of thoughtful quiet. "Maybe we can make a habit of it every Leafchange." Not necessarily always Hak Etme, but certainly somewhere hot and isolated where Asta can succumb to the possessive chaos in his blood without having to put any of their friends or aquaintances at risk.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
