[SE] if I become your ghoul

you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god

"Very good," Danta says with a playful smile of his own, because they both know he's likely to be useless if Asta tries to stir him from a deep sleep, even if their chimney is howling and screaming at the time. Turning to give his attention fully to the bundles of sage, as the white smoke begins to billow gently around him, he finds a thoughtful expression settling on his face, one that's only disturbed by the sound of the butcher's voice.

Glancing back across to him, illuminated by the flames that dance through the dark rainbow of his horns and with his candles in hand, Danta has to school himself away from tossing the sage to one side and calling it quits on his self-control. Instead, it's with a mischievous grin that he steps towards Asta, brandishing one of the bundles at him as if to give him a good sage-ing for his trouble. "Well, there," he says. "That ought to make you less angry. Apparently. So calm yourself."

Tipping him a wink and laughing as he moves throughout the room with the sage, in the end Danta leaves it to burn softly on the bay window with the candles, where it will eventually go out. "The last two?" he echoes, smiling and nodding towards their den hidden behind mismatched drapes hanging from the mezzanine. "One for me and one for you," he says reasonably.

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