in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Oh? I thought you would have enjoyed the music of it," Danta drawls - it seems like the sort of weird and poetic thing Asta might like. "I'm still not used to it, to be honest. Not coming down like this." For a man who had known nothing but The Climb who had then spent most of his time in Torchline before travelling to the Hollowed Grounds, heavy downpours are a novelty.
Shifting as best he can to get beneath sheets and out of his clothes, the Maverick finds himself laughing against Asta's lips, both at their fumbling antics as well as the other man's agreement. "My fault," he mutters. "Should have just gotten the one room and been done with it. Someone could have slept on a couch." A lie, and a blatant one, but at least the effort could have been made.
More than content to be all but crushed against the butcher's chest, Danta's arms wind around him in turn, and his eyes are already closed as he noses against the hollow of the other man's throat when he speaks. "A bit," he says. "Ordered wine and food to the room. What about you?"
Shifting as best he can to get beneath sheets and out of his clothes, the Maverick finds himself laughing against Asta's lips, both at their fumbling antics as well as the other man's agreement. "My fault," he mutters. "Should have just gotten the one room and been done with it. Someone could have slept on a couch." A lie, and a blatant one, but at least the effort could have been made.
More than content to be all but crushed against the butcher's chest, Danta's arms wind around him in turn, and his eyes are already closed as he noses against the hollow of the other man's throat when he speaks. "A bit," he says. "Ordered wine and food to the room. What about you?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
