// but i'm weak, and what's wrong with that? //
Danta's thoughts on the wine in question can be summarised in the way he tips his glass back and empties it in one gulp, feeling the rich fire of it warm down the length of his throat to settle in his chest. Sighing out his approval and raising his eyebrows at Asta, he holds his glass out for an immediate refill - another indication that he had enjoyed the vintage. "Mm, that's right. I did promise to kiss your grey fingertips all better, didn't I?" he drawls. "That might have to wait until we're in the fire, because as long as you keep giving me wine I'm going to keep drinking it."
He unlaces and kicks off his boots as he waits for said refill, and has half pulled his sweater over his head when he hears Asta's suggestion of a fire pit, his gasp muffled in the fabric. "That is a great idea," he tells him, strugging to escape the sweater and beaming at the other man when his head finally pops out of it. "We could even get a cover for it, like one of those futon tables, and sit with our feet in the fire while I drink and you do all your weird bone crafts."
He unlaces and kicks off his boots as he waits for said refill, and has half pulled his sweater over his head when he hears Asta's suggestion of a fire pit, his gasp muffled in the fabric. "That is a great idea," he tells him, strugging to escape the sweater and beaming at the other man when his head finally pops out of it. "We could even get a cover for it, like one of those futon tables, and sit with our feet in the fire while I drink and you do all your weird bone crafts."
Dantalion
// boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
