all you have is your fire
and the place you need to reach
and the place you need to reach
"That's a good idea," Danta agrees, though in reality he might well have agreed to anything the butcher suggested, providing it happened some time in the future. Here and now in the middle of the night, with sleep disturbed for both of them once again, there's nothing he desires beyond the four posts of the bed and the arms curled around him. Well, almost nothing.
"Do you think you'll be able to get back to sleep?" he asks off-handedly; mainly because the Maverick knows he'll not find rest for the remainder of the evening, and if the same is true for Asta, they might as well get up and have a drink or sit before the fire. It beat staring up at the canopy overhead, waiting for the sun to rise.
However the butcher responds, Danta's fingers continue to make slow passes across olive skin and scar tissue, slipping around to walk up the ladder of Asta's ribs and come to a rest against the hollow of his throat. "You know, I think that was the first wicker woman I'd ever seen." And a void touched one at that.
"Do you think you'll be able to get back to sleep?" he asks off-handedly; mainly because the Maverick knows he'll not find rest for the remainder of the evening, and if the same is true for Asta, they might as well get up and have a drink or sit before the fire. It beat staring up at the canopy overhead, waiting for the sun to rise.
However the butcher responds, Danta's fingers continue to make slow passes across olive skin and scar tissue, slipping around to walk up the ladder of Asta's ribs and come to a rest against the hollow of his throat. "You know, I think that was the first wicker woman I'd ever seen." And a void touched one at that.
Dantalion
don't you ever tame your demons
but always keep them on a leash
but always keep them on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
