[SE] kept us awake with wolves teeth

// light shines in the darkness //

"It's meant to be alluring. Like I'm still wearing clothes, but I may as well not be," Danta informs him, eyebrows bouncing playfully, though honesty, the Maverick is liable to give any old bullshit answer if it means he sounds like he knows what he's talking about. Either way, with him pressed flush against Asta, hopefully the other man won't feel the need to continue pulling him about. If he does, Danta might just have to remove the shirt. Oh no.

With the butcher's fingers spreading like starbusts of fire against his lower back, Danta finds it easy to relax into the embrace, his own hands smoothing through dark hair as if to keep them busy while Asta speaks. "I'm sorry," he says quietly, surprising himself with the words. "I don't think I ever really thought about what it must have been like, to get home and find them all ripping each other apart." Then to have to break out and try flying solo, only for it to go horribly wrong?

No one is free of their traumas, it appears.

Wincing - not just at the idea of burns, but at having to be dragged across the hot rock, his head tilts up to meet Asta's gaze. "Remind me to have someone give you a foot rub." He smirks.

Dantalion

// and the darkness will never understand it //