Dantalion
be love in its disrepute, scorches the hillside and salts every root
"Mm, that they are," Danta says, smiling crookedly and casting a fleeting glance back towards the colossal tree trunk they stand beside. "I'm sure she appreciates your keen eye to look out for trouble." Or to be the trouble, but not today at least. To hear that Asta can be tempted has his smile creeping into a fanged grin, one that the butcher promptly wipes away with his kiss.
"I can always be tempted," he mumbles against his lips, tail flicking its amusement at the spaded tip, hands smoothing out any creases in Asta's lapels. "Besides, you'll look even taller around all the Fae. We can't possibly miss that opportunity." Tugging the other man with him as they step away from the Mathair, it doesn't take long for Danta to tuck himself back beneath his fiance's arm.
"We'll take it slow, though. Maybe get lost a few times before we reach the village. What do you say?"
"I can always be tempted," he mumbles against his lips, tail flicking its amusement at the spaded tip, hands smoothing out any creases in Asta's lapels. "Besides, you'll look even taller around all the Fae. We can't possibly miss that opportunity." Tugging the other man with him as they step away from the Mathair, it doesn't take long for Danta to tuck himself back beneath his fiance's arm.
"We'll take it slow, though. Maybe get lost a few times before we reach the village. What do you say?"
be there and just as you stand, or be like the rose that you hold in your hand
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
