I told you, you were brave

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

At this point they couldn't look more together if they tried, though Danta finds it difficult to care as they stand in the delicious heat of the bonfire, flames twisting through the air courtesy of the butcher and heat rippling across their skin. "Ah yes, of course you do. How silly of me to forget," he murmurs, grinning and tilting his head up to better allow the lick of fire to caress his skin. "Mmhm, I see," he purrs, almost wishing he'd considered building a bench or two here; granted they'd likely catch fire or melt, but the principle still stands.

Taking some of the fire Asta has manipulated, Danta lets it swarm over his palm and between his fingers, reaching up to caress the butcher's cheek and through his dark hair. "Is the fresh air and the walk everything you hoped it would be?" he asks, before nodding through the haze of orange and red to some stalls on the other side of the bonfire. "Because if not, I bet one of those places sells cocoa, and I bet they'd spike it for you too."

Dantalion

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