[SE] safety off, fire away

Dantalion

but you can't be free

"Mm, things feel as though they have been non-stop since Longnight," Danta agrees, his brows furrowing as his fingers linger on that particularly stubborn knot in the butcher's back, right where he'd not be able to reach it with his own hands. He doesn't need to list it all out loud, certain that Asta is already doing that himself; Maea (multiple times), the wicker woman, arguments, the situation with Flora, so many occasions with crows, both gore and otherwise. Even their acknowledgement of their feelings hadn't exactly been a stress-free occasion, and Danta suddenly feels the tightness in his own shoulders as the sharp pop! hits the air.

There's an oh fuck primed and ready on his lips, the Maverick assuming he's hurt the other man, but as Asta seems to relax against the sand he lets out the breath he'd been holding. "Better?" he asks tentatively, his hands smoothing against the soft material of the scarlet print shirt he's wearing, seeking out other areas of tension so he can bring them to heel beneath the touch of his fingers. "We'll get back to Torchline and they'll think you're a new man."

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!