you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Left softly panting into the small amount of space between them as his lungs burn and his vision turns spotty at the edges, Danta twists and moves as best he can until there's nothing between them but heat and scars and the plush comfort at their backs. The Maverick had said sleep and he'd meant it, but so sue him if his body is always convinced that he can be closer to Asta than this if only he tries hard enough.
Eventually, at least, he relaxes back into the pillows, his fingers still buried in the back of the other man's dark hair, caressing gentle patterns against the back of his neck even as he draws the butcher over him entirely. "...I did miss you," he says quickly, the words almost whispered under his breath as if worried he will poison the air with the admission, that it will drag them too close too quickly after fighting to even get to this point again.
"I always do. I hate it." Because he wouldn't be Danta if he didn't.
Eventually, at least, he relaxes back into the pillows, his fingers still buried in the back of the other man's dark hair, caressing gentle patterns against the back of his neck even as he draws the butcher over him entirely. "...I did miss you," he says quickly, the words almost whispered under his breath as if worried he will poison the air with the admission, that it will drag them too close too quickly after fighting to even get to this point again.
"I always do. I hate it." Because he wouldn't be Danta if he didn't.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
