[SE] kept us awake with wolves teeth

// light shines in the darkness //

Come and see Danta does, even as Asta prowls away to take a look at what he's been up to, leaving the Maverick lingering by the leather bag until he's done. He has to stay his busy fingers away from opening the bag before the butcher is good and ready, instead tilting his head as if he can see what the other man sees as he peers into the den beneath the drapes. "Is it to your liking?" he asks with a lazy smile, only to be happily ferried forward by Asta's fingers upon his return.

Expecting a kiss - and chasing after one even after the affectionate nuzzle - Danta eventually turns his attention back to the gifts he's been brought, raising his eyebrows. "When you put it that way, I can understand the wonderful mood," he agrees, even as he continues to trace the plaid pattern on Asta's vest and steal glances within the leather bag.

Bleached bone and rich gems are already a good start, Danta lifting up what looks as though it used to be someone's vertebrae to hold it to the light. "You have been busy," he purrs, nudging Asta with his hip, only for a very familiar scent to spike through the air. With eyes made dark by the bloodlust always softly lurking beneath the surface, he lets out a content sigh. "I bet the infirmary missed you."

Dantalion

// and the darkness will never understand it //