// there's shadows on the walls //
Letting his eyes close as Asta’s fingers drift from his hair and against his horns, Danta sighs and tries to let himself have this, if nothing else at all. Even if things did change, for better or worse, at least he can still crawl into bed with the butcher at the end of the day and have this. Still, Asta’s response does have a smile curling at the corners of his lips - he ought to have known they’d be in agreement with one another, based on how they’d all but fled from reality for so long.
”As would I,” he murmurs, blinking his eyes back open and shifting to look up at the other man properly, tilting his head as he considers his proposal. ”I won’t hide it,” he decides with a gentle shrug. ”But I won’t advertise it either. Let people draw whatever conclusions they like.” Which they would, he’s sure. But in the interest of not letting anything change, there’s no need for some big, official announcement. That feels a little too much.
”As would I,” he murmurs, blinking his eyes back open and shifting to look up at the other man properly, tilting his head as he considers his proposal. ”I won’t hide it,” he decides with a gentle shrug. ”But I won’t advertise it either. Let people draw whatever conclusions they like.” Which they would, he’s sure. But in the interest of not letting anything change, there’s no need for some big, official announcement. That feels a little too much.
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
