in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Are you okay," Danta mumbles, his voice completely muffled as well beneath the blankets and against the other man. Shifting only fractionally to get comfortable - already the heat of their two bodies beneath the weight of the furs is enough to have his eyes slipping shut, when the Maverick speaks again it's with his lips pressed against Asta's throat. "You're usually very picky about your clothes," he adds for context.
As for the cold, Danta's nose wrinkles as he remembers that the butcher is not, in fact, a native of the Climb - and it's truly a testament to the other man that he forgets it so regularly. "Next we should ask Dygra for a dome to keep the snow out," he decides. You know, because in a world where The Family can waltz in anywhere and at any time, he at least wants to be comfortable if they're all going to die.
As for the cold, Danta's nose wrinkles as he remembers that the butcher is not, in fact, a native of the Climb - and it's truly a testament to the other man that he forgets it so regularly. "Next we should ask Dygra for a dome to keep the snow out," he decides. You know, because in a world where The Family can waltz in anywhere and at any time, he at least wants to be comfortable if they're all going to die.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
