// there's shadows on the walls //
Danta has been pleasantly dozing himself - it's true that this isn't the night he intended to have, but all of Deepfrost has been a battle to stay awake, it feels, given the weather outside and the fact that they aren't in a tropical climate or the volcanic reaches of The Climb. Either way, it means he only really stirs as he feels the other man's grip tighten around him.
Used to treating Astaroth as an unmoving source of heat - because that's usually how it goes - Danta's eyes blink open and he shifts enough to get an elbow under himself. "Hey," he mutters softly, reaching out to gently thread his fingers through Asta's dark hair. "Hey, wake up. It's just a dream." Finding one of the butcher's dark horns, he gives it a gentle tug - it seems like a smarter idea than shaking him by the shoulder, given what he knows of Asta's past.
Used to treating Astaroth as an unmoving source of heat - because that's usually how it goes - Danta's eyes blink open and he shifts enough to get an elbow under himself. "Hey," he mutters softly, reaching out to gently thread his fingers through Asta's dark hair. "Hey, wake up. It's just a dream." Finding one of the butcher's dark horns, he gives it a gentle tug - it seems like a smarter idea than shaking him by the shoulder, given what he knows of Asta's past.
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
