I told you, you were brave

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

Both surprised and not to hear that the melody hadn't been anything to do with Dygra (her songs are beautiful but tilt towards the sensual rather than the sweet), Danta listens with his head cocked to the side, leaning into the fingers in his hair. Surprisingly thirsty for the knowledge that Asta imparts, the Maverick's fingers spread in a slow starburst against his lower back, and he leans forward to kiss him once more even as their foreheads touch.

"I can't imagine why," he teases gently, grinning as he draws back just enough to be able to gaze up and into the butcher's honey dark eyes. "If I didn't think you drinking more would be a bad idea, I'd say we ought to toast to change," he says, chuckling under his breath before stepping back in suddenly, holding the other man in a surprisingly close embrace. "Not for the first time, I feel like I need to send something to Flora to say thank you to her," he admits.

Dantalion

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