you tell me it feels a little colder

// too many war wounds and not enough wars //

Not having been thinking about his sort-of-antlered companion, Danta is busy trying to see where the redhead's hands are going in relation to luxere-man when Asta manages to steal his attention entirely. Raising an eyebrow down at the other man as he's obnoxiously nuzzled, the Maverick is about to ask whether he's feeling better when all of a sudden he becomes as good as an Accepted in his arms. "Hey," he barks out; he doesn't think he's ever seen Asta use his glamour in all the time they've known each other. Danta certainly never uses it anyway.

"Hey, now," he repeats, still sounding affronted but there's perhaps a whisper of amusement there too as he's able to run his fingers properly through the other man's dark hair. "What about my kinks in all of this?" Who said he wasn't into antlers, after all? "Then again, this would make sleeping a great deal easier in some cases." Alas, Danta does not decide to join the other man, his tail flicking idly beneath the blanket.

Dantalion

// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //