I told you, you were brave

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

Corking the bottle as it's handed back to him and leaning into the arm that comes snaking around his waist, Danta matches his pace to Lego Batman Asta until the bonfire is almost on top of them, allowing them to take in the rippling heat and merry blaze. "Maybe so," he admits, tilting his face up and into the warmth radiating out before them. "I suppose going into The Climb where everything is always on fire anyway, it's easy to take it for granted."

At Deepfrost, though, perhaps he'll rediscover his love for the roaring flames. "Well I'm glad you think so, no matter how long it took you to say it," he purrs to the other man, slipping an arm around him in turn and falling quiet for a few moments to enjoy the stillness if not necessarily the silence (since there isn't much of that going around where they are currently). "This is what Torchline was missing, if you ask me." He grins.

Dantalion

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