// but i'm weak, and what's wrong with that? //
Nuzzling closer into Asta's chest and humming his approval against his fire-heated skin, Danta all but melts into the other man's arms, tail swishing through the embers in lazy enjoyment. "Yes - yes he is," he offers immediately of the writer and his opinions, the confirmation riding its way out through a quiet laugh. "Though I daresay he will heed a warning if we give it." Advice and opinions unwelcome unless they are paid for with a blood sacrifice.
"Porn Lord," he mumbles of the author's name, before catching himself and shaking his head. "No wait, that's just what I called him. It was... uh... Quincy Kling? Fuck." Sighing heavily and peeping up at Asta, he flails a hand out of the fire towards the rest of the den. "I put the book on your bedside table. It was called THE PATH TO CLITVANA," he says, announcing the title with an air of mysticism and fanning his hand before them as if the words might form in the air out of cum.
"He was a funny little guy," he adds, as though that might help.
"Porn Lord," he mumbles of the author's name, before catching himself and shaking his head. "No wait, that's just what I called him. It was... uh... Quincy Kling? Fuck." Sighing heavily and peeping up at Asta, he flails a hand out of the fire towards the rest of the den. "I put the book on your bedside table. It was called THE PATH TO CLITVANA," he says, announcing the title with an air of mysticism and fanning his hand before them as if the words might form in the air out of cum.
"He was a funny little guy," he adds, as though that might help.
Dantalion
// boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
