// there's shadows on the walls //
Honestly, Danta ought to have expected something like this from someone called the butcher of Whitebrim - a moniker not given lightly, and the Maverick knows it. Even so his eyes widen a fraction to find himself suddenly pinned against the bed with sharp teeth very close to his throat, only for Asta to suddenly be gone again, and Danta has to spend a couple of seconds disentangling himself from the rest of the blankets before going searching for the other man.
Peering over the side of the bed, it's with a soft frown that he slips onto the floor to join Asta, apparently thinking nothing of it (they've both slept on harder surfaces after all). Coaxing the fire up a little to reduce the darkness and shadows in the room, Danta gently bullies his arms around the other man so he can melt against Asta's back and shoulders, as if to cover the places so badly scarred by gore crows.
"We don't have to talk about it," he murmurs into his dark hair. "You know that." The Maverick isn't moving either way.
Peering over the side of the bed, it's with a soft frown that he slips onto the floor to join Asta, apparently thinking nothing of it (they've both slept on harder surfaces after all). Coaxing the fire up a little to reduce the darkness and shadows in the room, Danta gently bullies his arms around the other man so he can melt against Asta's back and shoulders, as if to cover the places so badly scarred by gore crows.
"We don't have to talk about it," he murmurs into his dark hair. "You know that." The Maverick isn't moving either way.
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
