...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again
"Wonderful," Danta mumbles, smirking. "I look forward to persuading a needlessly violent mythical creature from the Tundra and down to the tropics. Maybe we can do it for our honeymoon." The mere thought might have been enough to distract him into sappier territory were it not for the sudden and unwelcome intrusion of the scream rain, the Maverick grumbling his agreement with Asta's whining and nuzzling in closer as he settles back.
"Yes, well," he mutters against the warmth of the other man's throat, "if it must be constant, it could at least be less dramatic about it." Frowning and nibbling at the side of Asta's neck for good measure, Danta eventually peeks out towards the dark sheets of rain beyond the window, scrunching his nose. "I suppose it could be worse," he says, thumb brushing affectionately against the curve of the butcher's jaw. "It could be in here."
Sighing out a long breath, he eventually tips his head back to smile up at his fiance. "Screaming aside, this reminds me a lot of the Sparkbird's Nest," he says idly.
"Yes, well," he mutters against the warmth of the other man's throat, "if it must be constant, it could at least be less dramatic about it." Frowning and nibbling at the side of Asta's neck for good measure, Danta eventually peeks out towards the dark sheets of rain beyond the window, scrunching his nose. "I suppose it could be worse," he says, thumb brushing affectionately against the curve of the butcher's jaw. "It could be in here."
Sighing out a long breath, he eventually tips his head back to smile up at his fiance. "Screaming aside, this reminds me a lot of the Sparkbird's Nest," he says idly.
Dantalion
i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
