(SE) straight up to the sun

// you've got a passion in those eyes //

Happily thinking about breaking the collarbones on training dummies and pulling out their bones to make jewellery stands, it's very evident that Danta is more than half asleep already as the other man grumbles against him, something the Maverick is more than happy to accept as penance for his refusal to play along. Then of course, Asta's plea hits the air (muffled as it might be), and Danta blinks his eyes back open and shifts enough to properly gaze down at him.

With a furrowed brow he reaches out to rest the back of his hand against the butcher's forehead, as if checking a fever, before gently gripping his jaw and narrowing his eyes. "Turn off your bullshit and go to sleep," he tells him, and if there's a hint of playfulness in his eyes, he'll never tell.

Nevertheless he releases the other man so they might get comfortable again, Danta muttering some curse or another into Asta's dark hair as he closes his eyes.

Dantalion

// so aim it straight and true //

// with our one foot in the grave //

He knows exactly what he’s doing when the plea leaves his lips, and it’s with a smirk that Astaroth hides in Danta’s skin even as the back of the other Ancient’s hand presses against his forehead and he tries to wipe the smirk away the second the blonde grips his bearded jaw. “You’re not my father.” He drawls a little petulantly, but he does as is requested regardless, nestling back in to get comfortable again, ensuring he won’t impale Danta on his pronged horns.

As it stands, there’s a muffled curse and more shifting of limbs before Astaroth promptly sacks out, heavy against Danta until later when the Maverick wakes before him and retrieves news of the shift change, and Astaroth is roused and awakened, well enough to be able to go out on a very special, particular hunt with incredibly high rewards, secretly and quietly, like nothing had happened.

- FIN <333

Astaroth

// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //