in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Sorry," Danta says again - likely the most apologies Asta has heard from the Maverick since he's known him, and he allows himself to be ferried forward and against his chest. In their close proximity the taller man will feel the hot thunder of his pulse at odds with the ice cold of his fingers, even as they come around to ball against the silk shirt at Asta's back.
"Wine for sure," he mumbles, his voice muffled as his chin lands on the other man's uninjured shoulder. "I don't know that there's much to talk about." Swallowing hard, he huffs out a long and shaky breath, closing his eyes and leeching away the offered heat from the body against his own.
"That's a new one for me, though, I'll admit." Danta's laughter is hushed against the fabric of Asta's shirt, and though it's done to save face and nothing more, there's something to be said for humour in the face of haha, I dissociated and would have killed you.
"Wine for sure," he mumbles, his voice muffled as his chin lands on the other man's uninjured shoulder. "I don't know that there's much to talk about." Swallowing hard, he huffs out a long and shaky breath, closing his eyes and leeching away the offered heat from the body against his own.
"That's a new one for me, though, I'll admit." Danta's laughter is hushed against the fabric of Asta's shirt, and though it's done to save face and nothing more, there's something to be said for humour in the face of haha, I dissociated and would have killed you.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
