in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Leeching away at the offered warmth and leaning into the hands that cup his jaw, it's with sleepy acquiescence that Danta is ferried back towards the bed, plopping down onto it and giving Asta the space to shed his own clothes. And it's likely more of a surprise for the Maverick to see the garments left unfolded, Danta blinking at the pile of clothes and then gazing back at the butcher as if perhaps something is very wrong rather than right.
"Are you..." he begins with a furrowed brow, before deciding against it. He hasn't got the brainpower for the conversation, let alone what it might mean either way, and so it's with a flick of his tail that he drags back the blankets and furs and disappears beneath them instead, fully expectant that the other man will follow.
"I'm tired of Deepfrost," he decides, his voice muffled. And it's not even gotten to Longnight yet.
"Are you..." he begins with a furrowed brow, before deciding against it. He hasn't got the brainpower for the conversation, let alone what it might mean either way, and so it's with a flick of his tail that he drags back the blankets and furs and disappears beneath them instead, fully expectant that the other man will follow.
"I'm tired of Deepfrost," he decides, his voice muffled. And it's not even gotten to Longnight yet.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
