// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
"Mm, don't thank me yet," Danta says with a smirk, given that they still haven't managed to sweeten the medicine with anything. A fact that Asta soon learns as he empties the vial into his mouth - and that the Maverick learns as well as he suddenly finds himself caught in an unexpected kiss. It's the definition of bittersweet, and something akin to outrage rumbles through Danta's chest, though he of course does nothing to draw away from Asta until there's nothing but the taste of each other left on their tongues.
"That was uncalled for," he whispers; it can't rightly be called a complaint, because of course it isn't, but that doesn't mean he has to be thrilled about the sedative that's snuck along through Asta's kiss. "Come on - we'd better put you in bed before I have to carry you there." They can expect hilarious results from any of those attempts, though no one will end the night comfortably - Danta can guarantee it.
Even so, it's with painstaking reluctance that he peels himself away from the other man, however briefly it might be, the Maverick crossing the room to sink down onto the bed once more and withdraw the delicate metal muzzle from his bedside table.
"That was uncalled for," he whispers; it can't rightly be called a complaint, because of course it isn't, but that doesn't mean he has to be thrilled about the sedative that's snuck along through Asta's kiss. "Come on - we'd better put you in bed before I have to carry you there." They can expect hilarious results from any of those attempts, though no one will end the night comfortably - Danta can guarantee it.
Even so, it's with painstaking reluctance that he peels himself away from the other man, however briefly it might be, the Maverick crossing the room to sink down onto the bed once more and withdraw the delicate metal muzzle from his bedside table.
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
