Dantalion
but you can't be free
No, Danta might have protested if he'd been even remotely awake enough to manage it, don't stop. The butcher's voice has carried him into sleep and keeps him there long after he ceases to narrate out loud, but if anyone had stirred him from his slumber he'd have sworn he could recite the very last sentence Asta had spoken. At least there's a consolation prize as the other man shifts enough to curl up against him somewhat, the heat reverberating against his chest and at his back from the sand, cocooning him in warmth.
As such, Danta's nap turns into something a little deeper, a little more lingering, such that it's only as the sun moves and its rays begin to beam upon his bare skin that he stirs, a soft grumble rising in his throat and his body not knowing whether to roll further into the light or to cringe away from the potential sunburn. With a sigh the Maverick's eyes open and he stretches out instinctively, languidly, against the other man. "Shit, I fell asleep. Sorry."
As such, Danta's nap turns into something a little deeper, a little more lingering, such that it's only as the sun moves and its rays begin to beam upon his bare skin that he stirs, a soft grumble rising in his throat and his body not knowing whether to roll further into the light or to cringe away from the potential sunburn. With a sigh the Maverick's eyes open and he stretches out instinctively, languidly, against the other man. "Shit, I fell asleep. Sorry."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
