when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
Grumbling something affectionate and vaguely violent at the delicious feel of Asta's fingers in his hair, Danta shifts and turns with it as if to ensure the other man reaches all the best spots. It's fortuitous that he ends up half draped across him in the end, then, the Maverick flashing a fangless grin towards his lover as he settles at last. "Mm, she's a lot braver than we are in the cold," he agrees. As if in response to the mention of it, licks of fire start to wind around them to clean them up a fraction, though they'll likely have to crawl into the hearth before long.
Glancing towards Sicarius rumbling and happy in the nest she's made, Danta doesn't bother to hide his wry smile, softer than the grin he'd turned towards Asta. "Like a house on fire," he says easily. "Moira is already obsessed with you. I bet she'll be just as enamoured with your companion." Perhaps more so, given the mischief the two of them could get into.
Glancing towards Sicarius rumbling and happy in the nest she's made, Danta doesn't bother to hide his wry smile, softer than the grin he'd turned towards Asta. "Like a house on fire," he says easily. "Moira is already obsessed with you. I bet she'll be just as enamoured with your companion." Perhaps more so, given the mischief the two of them could get into.
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.
