// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
"Oh," Danta says, his smile as soft and earnest as ever. "I wasn't." Teasing, he means. And even if he was, the expression of genuine contentment that crosses the butcher's face would have had him on his knees in worship in moments. Luckily for Asta (for them both, given their current state), the Maverick saves those dramatics for another time and instead settles against his side, head turned to brush his nose against the rosy warmth that blooms across his cheeks.
Plum, he might have repeated, only to suddenly find Asta draining his mug of coffee (either brave or stupid, Danta can't decide yet) and turning to face him. With his own cup still in one hand and the other dropping to rest casually atop the butcher's thigh over the blankets, he cocks his head to the side. "Go on," he invites. "Will I find myself chained to the platform until the tailor is done?"
Plum, he might have repeated, only to suddenly find Asta draining his mug of coffee (either brave or stupid, Danta can't decide yet) and turning to face him. With his own cup still in one hand and the other dropping to rest casually atop the butcher's thigh over the blankets, he cocks his head to the side. "Go on," he invites. "Will I find myself chained to the platform until the tailor is done?"
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
