when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
Danta can't say whether he tastes Dygra in Asta's kiss; even if he could, he's too wrapped up in his lover to be able to comment on it, moaning softly into his mouth as clever fingers trickle down the back of his neck. "I said it first," he argues, the corner of his lips hooking up in a smile just as the other man surges forward again. Danta goes willingly, of course, sinking back into the sheets and stretching out languidly to enjoy the show as the Butcher starts to peel off all of his clothes.
"I assumed you would be exhausted after all of this," he purrs, raising his eyebrows up at the other man. "Not that I'm not thrilled and privileged to be ravished by Dygra's newest chosen, but you don't need to push yourself on my account." He winks, and though his attitude is playful he's very much serious about the offer. Demigodhood, he imagines, takes a fuckton out of a person, and that's without taking into account Asta's usual Deepfrost doziness.
(Not that he knows if that shift still exists to cause problems, of course).
"I assumed you would be exhausted after all of this," he purrs, raising his eyebrows up at the other man. "Not that I'm not thrilled and privileged to be ravished by Dygra's newest chosen, but you don't need to push yourself on my account." He winks, and though his attitude is playful he's very much serious about the offer. Demigodhood, he imagines, takes a fuckton out of a person, and that's without taking into account Asta's usual Deepfrost doziness.
(Not that he knows if that shift still exists to cause problems, of course).
The Maverick
you soon find you have few choices, I learned the voices died with me
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
