// but i'm weak, and what's wrong with that? //
"I'd like that embroidered on a doily or something," Danta says, all fangs and cheer from within the embers. It isn't often that he's told he has a valid point, and it feels all the more special to be told as much by his fiance. Nestling deeper into the embers as if to allow the hottest parts of the fire to sink into his skin, he hums quiet agreement to Asta's point about the bones. "I bet if we went back as dragons we could pick a few of the bigger pieces up to get them back here," he says, untintentionally answering the other man's thoughts.
Only after a few seconds when Asta doesn't come to join him does Danta prop himself up on his elbows to arch an eyebrow out at the other man. He's about to ask what the hold-up is when he catches the surreptitious admiration in the butcher's expression; the fire hides the sudden flush to his cheeks, at least, but nothing can help the way he's suddenly speechless.
Luckily his lover is descending upon him by then, Danta flopping back again and immediately winding his arms around him and nosing a kiss in against his throat. "This more like it," he mumbles.
Only after a few seconds when Asta doesn't come to join him does Danta prop himself up on his elbows to arch an eyebrow out at the other man. He's about to ask what the hold-up is when he catches the surreptitious admiration in the butcher's expression; the fire hides the sudden flush to his cheeks, at least, but nothing can help the way he's suddenly speechless.
Luckily his lover is descending upon him by then, Danta flopping back again and immediately winding his arms around him and nosing a kiss in against his throat. "This more like it," he mumbles.
Dantalion
// boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
