// there's shadows on the walls //
"Oh, I absolutely will, don't you worry about that," Danta says with a self-satisfied grin, one that fades only at the weighty feel of the other man relaxing against him. The heat of his body is enough to have Danta's eyes falling shut for a moment, and he lets both hands move up to stroke through Asta's hair, as if he might be lulled to sleep despite the potential nightmares lurking in wait.
Sighing eventually and shifting to loop his arms back around the other man properly, Danta furrows his brow. "It might not be my fault but I certainly didn't help matters," he reminds him - not that he expects Asta to have forgotten. But then his next comment has a lightbulb going off in the Maverick's mind, and he blinks his eyes back open.
"Why don't you ask Dygra to help?" he asks. "I'm sure she could make a charm or something that would stop you giving a fuck about gore crows."
Sighing eventually and shifting to loop his arms back around the other man properly, Danta furrows his brow. "It might not be my fault but I certainly didn't help matters," he reminds him - not that he expects Asta to have forgotten. But then his next comment has a lightbulb going off in the Maverick's mind, and he blinks his eyes back open.
"Why don't you ask Dygra to help?" he asks. "I'm sure she could make a charm or something that would stop you giving a fuck about gore crows."
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
