[SE] safety off, fire away

Dantalion

but you can't be free

"As you fucking should," Danta says haughtily, opening one eye as if to ensure the other man knows he's serious, before he relaxes once more. It's both lucky and not that the opening scene picks up rather quickly, because it means the Maverick's short attention span is well catered for, but it also ensures that Danta is unable to extract himself to say he's going to pick them both up a couple of cocktails.

Instead, he finds himself aiming sneaky glances up towards the butcher, watching the way his dark eyes flick across the pages, the way a particular passage causes his brows to furrow or his voice to grow more thickly accented, and if a smile is curling across Danta's lips as a result, so be it. Let it not be said that it's for a lack of talent in Asta's narration that the Maverick ends up drifting off into a nap, then - no, the pull of sleep was always there, especially with the heat at his back and the scent of salt and sea and honey smoke in his nose.

He starts to softly snore somewhere towards the beginning of chapter three, if Asta cares to notice, his hand having slipped up to cover the spaded tip of a tail against his collarbone, his face sleep-blank and relaxed.

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!