you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
More than happy, these days, to hear the reassuring thump of the bolt as it slides into place across the door, Danta glances up only briefly at Asta's approach, until the other man is winding himself around him. Relaxing back into the warmth of his chest and relishing, not for the first time, the easy way they are able to stand and be like this, he tilts his head to the side to nose into the butcher's dark hair. "Mm, it does. I'd almost be tempted to keep it after Leafchange," he says with a smile.
"Though I am not sure it's meant to be fun," he adds with a laugh, already missing Asta's heat and scent as he draws away. Nevetheless, Danta follows to withdraw a bundle of sage from their bag as well, approaching the fire to toss it into the already crackling flames. "In case our chimney is haunted," he reasons with a shrug.
Returning to the butcher's side, he accepts one of the candles and pinches the wick, lighting it with a lick of fire magic that sets his face softly aglow. "I think at least two for the window," he reasons. The rest they can decorate throughout the room.
"Though I am not sure it's meant to be fun," he adds with a laugh, already missing Asta's heat and scent as he draws away. Nevetheless, Danta follows to withdraw a bundle of sage from their bag as well, approaching the fire to toss it into the already crackling flames. "In case our chimney is haunted," he reasons with a shrug.
Returning to the butcher's side, he accepts one of the candles and pinches the wick, lighting it with a lick of fire magic that sets his face softly aglow. "I think at least two for the window," he reasons. The rest they can decorate throughout the room.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
