you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Oh?" Danta raises an eyebrow at that, resisting the pull of sleep and blinking himself awake enough that he might shift in the bed to listen properly, his arms adjusting around Asta so he's less clinging about it. "Oh, fuck. I didn't..." Know, realise. Any number of words might suffice, but instead the Maverick merely shakes his head and gently noses against the back of the other man's neck.
"I'm glad I stopped sending people to your door at night," he mumbles, before letting out a long, soft sigh. "There's nothing wrong with not wanting to though. You know that, right?" Just as Danta is about as open as they come with regard to his sexcapades, he's been around enough to know that the spectrum of desire is a broad one, with extremes at each end.
"I'm glad I stopped sending people to your door at night," he mumbles, before letting out a long, soft sigh. "There's nothing wrong with not wanting to though. You know that, right?" Just as Danta is about as open as they come with regard to his sexcapades, he's been around enough to know that the spectrum of desire is a broad one, with extremes at each end.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
