// there's shadows on the walls //
”Mm, we both did. I had a fair amount of snapdragon as well,” Danta agrees, the admission an easy one since Asta knows all too well what he’s like. Add in the apparent minor breakdown he’d been having to see Flora so cozy with the butcher, and it should be a surprise to absolutely no one that he’d decided to self-medicate to the point of knowing little and caring less.
Only now here they are, and that is indeed tomorrow’s problem. Sinking into the warm hands that press against his body and enjoying the heat kindling between them, it’s with relatively docile blue eyes that he fights for an answer to Asta’s question. ”Well, I’ve just never had anything like this before, or been in this sort of situation.” He shrugs his shoulders. ”I’d hate for anything to be different or strange because of this.”
Why would it need to, Danta thinks, when the reason he’s got these feelings in the first place is because of how things have been? But then, therein lies the uncertainty. Should things change? Are they somehow doing it wrong if they don’t?
Only now here they are, and that is indeed tomorrow’s problem. Sinking into the warm hands that press against his body and enjoying the heat kindling between them, it’s with relatively docile blue eyes that he fights for an answer to Asta’s question. ”Well, I’ve just never had anything like this before, or been in this sort of situation.” He shrugs his shoulders. ”I’d hate for anything to be different or strange because of this.”
Why would it need to, Danta thinks, when the reason he’s got these feelings in the first place is because of how things have been? But then, therein lies the uncertainty. Should things change? Are they somehow doing it wrong if they don’t?
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
