you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Danta can only wink at that; the likelihood of him keeping any promise is hit and miss at the best of times given the chaos in his blood, but for Asta he's certainly as honourable as he can be. (You know, when it makes sense for him to be). "Mm, don't I know it. And not only in Leafchange," he purrs his agreement, twirling a lock of dark hair around his finger. "Though it does make it more interesting when we go out on our solo adventures," he adds. There are always stories to tell, or - more often than he cares to admit - injuries to kiss better.
He doesn't realise how close his train of thought has gotten to Asta's request until the butcher speaks, and when he does Danta's head tilts sharply in a decidedly avian gesture. The laugh that scoffs from his lips is almost under his breath, as if he's certain he must have mishead. Use the deadly, bladed cane on his fiance? Boy, thanks for the offer, but I'm good - he doesn't say it, but it's written all over his expression.
But Asta seems serious about it, and Danta stills in his arms, blue eyes searching his face like he's waiting for the punchline. "...Why me?" he asks, his voice suddenly quiet, his hand surrendered without a fight to the other man's kisses, though his fingers are perhaps a little colder than they ought to be. "You don't... if this is some way of you punishing yourself for what happened between us, I..." He shakes his head, unwilling to finish the thought.
He doesn't realise how close his train of thought has gotten to Asta's request until the butcher speaks, and when he does Danta's head tilts sharply in a decidedly avian gesture. The laugh that scoffs from his lips is almost under his breath, as if he's certain he must have mishead. Use the deadly, bladed cane on his fiance? Boy, thanks for the offer, but I'm good - he doesn't say it, but it's written all over his expression.
But Asta seems serious about it, and Danta stills in his arms, blue eyes searching his face like he's waiting for the punchline. "...Why me?" he asks, his voice suddenly quiet, his hand surrendered without a fight to the other man's kisses, though his fingers are perhaps a little colder than they ought to be. "You don't... if this is some way of you punishing yourself for what happened between us, I..." He shakes his head, unwilling to finish the thought.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
