you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"A code word?" Danta scoffs, the words muffled by the way he continually seems to be buried in the blankets. Eventually he manages (swearing softly because of the injury he's sustained) to worm his arms around Astaroth, hooking a leg over his his for good measure too. Some would call Danta the big spoon on this occasion, but for the Maverick the taller Ancient may as well be a stuffed toy he's grabbed onto.
"Lemongrass?" he ventures. "Or rockslide. Oh, or maybe tartan." All suggestions are mumbled into the soft space beneath Asta's jaw now, so sue him.
As for his own shoulder, he grumbles an agreement. "It hurts. Bit less now, though." Which is strange, given the relative acrobatics he's just performed to get comfortable in the bed.
"Lemongrass?" he ventures. "Or rockslide. Oh, or maybe tartan." All suggestions are mumbled into the soft space beneath Asta's jaw now, so sue him.
As for his own shoulder, he grumbles an agreement. "It hurts. Bit less now, though." Which is strange, given the relative acrobatics he's just performed to get comfortable in the bed.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
