equal opportunity killer

in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue

Danta hopes they cut a threatening figure in the dead of night (or early morning, whatever); no one needs to know that, for the most part, they are just two idiots doing their best. Either way, he contents himself in lurking on Asta's shoulder, cawing an agreement about Moira and continuing to fuss at the butcher's appearance before eventually settling down to enjoy the steady sway of his footsteps. Much more awake now, he glances swiftly across the pathway and up at the sky for anything interesting or otherwise out of place, and it's only as Asta diverts himself from the wagon trail that he finally hops down.

Shifting as he goes, his boots land softly in the earth without missing a beat, Danta falling easily into step with his lover as he straightens up. "Probably a good thing Moira isn't here, in retrospect," he says, stretching his arms above his head and flashing a fanged grin at Asta. "I'd have ended up fighting her for your attention."

Stepping a little closer to link his arm with the other man, the Maverick turns to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "Thank you," he purrs. "For coming out with me, and bringing me home."

Dantalion

// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //

It’s a very content walk admittedly, the silence broken up by the crunch of his boots and the clack of Danta’s beak, the feel of Danta preening his hair. It’s an easy walk, even as he feels Danta twist to hop down now that civilization is in sight, and he hesitates if only to make sure his lover doesn’t fall on the swoop down.

He falls into step easily, though, and Asta blooms a bright smile over at the Maverick. A low chuckle leaves him as he inclines his head with a nod. “Ah, I see. Whatever will I do with so many vying for my attention.” He drawls dramatically, tail flicking playfully at the ashen tip.

But he pauses as Danta’s arm slips into his own, feeling the warm press of his lips to his cheek, one he presses into gladly as he tugs his lover closer into his side. “Of course, darling. I am always happy to.” He murmurs softly, plucking their pathway toward home.

— FIN

Astaroth

// and i'll paint it red //