in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Indeed, if Danta hadn't found himself in this particular mood and under these particular circumstances, such questions would certainly be needling on his tongue, if for no other reason than to yank Asta's chain. But with warmth and darkness pressing in all around and the thunder of a pulse against his lips, the Maverick merely hums something that's curious but non-committal, happy to let the matter lie.
For now, anyway.
"Mm, doesn't it," he agrees about their no-snow globe, smirking and letting out a long, deep sigh. And before long it isn't only the butcher who is content enough not to care, and Danta falls into a deep and dreamless sleep punctuated only by the occasional flick of his tail or twitch of his lips against Asta's throat. Whatever he might be saying, though, is of no one's concern but the Maverick's.
~FIN
For now, anyway.
"Mm, doesn't it," he agrees about their no-snow globe, smirking and letting out a long, deep sigh. And before long it isn't only the butcher who is content enough not to care, and Danta falls into a deep and dreamless sleep punctuated only by the occasional flick of his tail or twitch of his lips against Asta's throat. Whatever he might be saying, though, is of no one's concern but the Maverick's.
~FIN
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
