I told you, you were brave

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

"Mm, I was happy with everything I thought I could get," Danta corrects gently, slipping his hand out of Asta's so he can let both arms loop around the butcher's neck and shoulders. "Then I woke you from stone, and I was introduced to the idea of getting all the things I didn't know I could have." His fingers thread through the back of his dark hair, nails scratching gently against his scalp.

Surprised by the laugh, but pleasantly so, Danta shrugs his shoulders and smirks. "Why not? Hypotheticals are the only things that will tempt me away from this," he informs him, leaning forward and into Asta even as his head tips back. "Hey," he whispers, as if to get his attention. "It was just sex. I like sex - in a lot of different ways and with a lot of different people, if I can. But I love you."

Dantalion

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