witching hour

all you have is your fire
and the place you need to reach

Closing his eyes, this time in exhaustion, Danta lets himself be directed towards the plush sheets and furs of his bed, such that the kiss that finds his lips is something of a surprise. Melting instantly into the affection, it's with his fingers already slipping up and through the back of Asta's hair that the backs of his legs hit the bed, and the Maverick immediately sinks down and draws the other man over the top of him.

"My track record thus far is much better than yours, when it comes to not-dying," he points out, brushing his nose against a bearded cheek even as his hands slip around to start unbuttoning Asta's shirt. It's not even sexual at this point - Danta is in no state, and panic isn't one of his kinks, apparently - but as he makes short work of the garment and draws it back over the butcher's shoulders, his eyes are drawn, as if in evidence, to the still fading scars against his collarbone and forearm.

"This is, what, the third time for you?" Between his bloodbane, what had happened with Maea, and the tree anyway. "I'm going to need you to start taking better care of yourself."

Dantalion

don't you ever tame your demons
but always keep them on a leash