in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Mm, it's not about the pain tolerance," Danta murmurs, "but I appreciate you saying so." He leaves his sleeve pressed against the side of Asta's neck for the time being, his head resting on the opposite shoulder, and already the world is starting to grow warm around the edges in a way that simultaneously makes things feel better and infinitely more sad.
"Ugh, shut up." Playfully said, Danta's smile is something faint that Asta will feel against his throat more than anything else. "I am terrible at being taken care of." As the other man has likely already noticed, from the way the Maverick automatically swats at any attempt to fuss over him.
Still his hand does finally seem to relax against the other Ancient's shirt, smoothing out the soft silk as conversation turns to the leatherwork he'd procured. "Mm, it was certainly an interesting stall," he agrees with a smirk. "I couldn't believe what they had on offer."
"Ugh, shut up." Playfully said, Danta's smile is something faint that Asta will feel against his throat more than anything else. "I am terrible at being taken care of." As the other man has likely already noticed, from the way the Maverick automatically swats at any attempt to fuss over him.
Still his hand does finally seem to relax against the other Ancient's shirt, smoothing out the soft silk as conversation turns to the leatherwork he'd procured. "Mm, it was certainly an interesting stall," he agrees with a smirk. "I couldn't believe what they had on offer."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
