// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
Fussing automatically over the butcher and the blanket around his shoulders if for no other reason than because they are both helpless when it comes to the other man's mental state right now, eventually Danta forces himself to relax, strumming his fingers against Asta's side and brushing a soft thumb across his cheek. "I thought you would," he agrees softly, glancing down at him with a wan smile. "Not just yet, though."
Leaning in, he presses gentle lips to his forehead and cheeks, eventually leaving a chaste kiss against Asta's mouth to remind him that they are still more than what they once were, that Danta isn't just able to offer his help - he's willing and happy to do it, too. "It'll be okay," he whispers. "It always is. I know it's not the Levinsward, but we can sit at the window if you want."
He still recalls their time out at the Sparkbird's Nest, and although the butcher had been panicked and half-drunk at the time, he'd seemed content enough to watch the lightning outside.
Leaning in, he presses gentle lips to his forehead and cheeks, eventually leaving a chaste kiss against Asta's mouth to remind him that they are still more than what they once were, that Danta isn't just able to offer his help - he's willing and happy to do it, too. "It'll be okay," he whispers. "It always is. I know it's not the Levinsward, but we can sit at the window if you want."
He still recalls their time out at the Sparkbird's Nest, and although the butcher had been panicked and half-drunk at the time, he'd seemed content enough to watch the lightning outside.
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
