// you've got a passion in those eyes //
It's almost a relief when Astaroth passes out, in truth. Danta lets out a heavy sigh and closes his eyes for a few minutes, leeching the heat from the body he's curled around and allowing his temper to flare and die as many times as it takes for him to remain in the room as instructed. And of course he uses the other man's unconscious state as an excuse to take a real look at the damage done, the Maverick tracking every bone deep bruise, every streak and blotch of blue and purple, mapping it across ribs and shoulders, chest and torso, right around to the Asta's hips where it blessedly starts to fade.
Only once he's burned the pattern of bruises into his mind does he finally relax back into the sheets, though to say he sleeps well would be a lie. In fact, the Maverick will be awake long before Asta in the morning; early enough that he's had coffee and breakfast arranged and brought, and has shifted to sit up in bed, resting back against the pillows. He's watching the endless storms over the rim of his coffee mug, sipping at it absently whilst his free hand plays through the sleeping Ancient's dark hair. Danta isn't the type of man to get lost in thought, but what can he say? There's little else to do right now.
Only once he's burned the pattern of bruises into his mind does he finally relax back into the sheets, though to say he sleeps well would be a lie. In fact, the Maverick will be awake long before Asta in the morning; early enough that he's had coffee and breakfast arranged and brought, and has shifted to sit up in bed, resting back against the pillows. He's watching the endless storms over the rim of his coffee mug, sipping at it absently whilst his free hand plays through the sleeping Ancient's dark hair. Danta isn't the type of man to get lost in thought, but what can he say? There's little else to do right now.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
