you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Alright," Danta says softly, mollified by the reassurance (far too much so, but he's not cognizant of that right now), "...although, sometimes I enjoy you being standoffish, you know. I'll let you know if I'd rather be dryly insulted on a day - how about that?" With a crooked smile that feels easier by the second, something settles in the Maverick's bones that makes shuffling forward a lot more simple than it would have been even minutes before.
"I don't believe you," he teases, of the other man not biting, and he's already stripping out of his waistcoat and shirt and kicking off his shoes, before crawling beneath the blankets and into the radiating warmth. "How's your shoulder?" he asks, though even as he speaks he's trying to gently bully Asta into a position where he might comfortably melt against him.
"I don't believe you," he teases, of the other man not biting, and he's already stripping out of his waistcoat and shirt and kicking off his shoes, before crawling beneath the blankets and into the radiating warmth. "How's your shoulder?" he asks, though even as he speaks he's trying to gently bully Asta into a position where he might comfortably melt against him.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
