you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Grumbling something non-commital in response to Asta's teasing, that in itself has become an obvious indicator of Danta's feelings. Still, as startling as it might be to realise, again, what the butcher means to him, to understand what he's managed to find for himself (and more frighteningly, what he now stands to lose), at times like this, sober and unable to shy away from the reality of it, Danta does his best not to let it shake him.
Too much time has already been lost by shying away from the things that make him happy, even if those things also make him vulnerable, and gods, up here away from the world? Where else can he afford to show it, if not here?
Sitting back just enough for Asta to be able to shrug out of his shirt, Danta is ready to all but swarm all over him when he goes and pauses to fold the garment. "Astaroth," he scolds, knowing very well what that smirk means, and it's with a playful growl and a lash of his tail that he tries to swat the shirt into a heap on the floor so he can get what he wants.
So much for soft and happy and vulnerable, then.
Too much time has already been lost by shying away from the things that make him happy, even if those things also make him vulnerable, and gods, up here away from the world? Where else can he afford to show it, if not here?
Sitting back just enough for Asta to be able to shrug out of his shirt, Danta is ready to all but swarm all over him when he goes and pauses to fold the garment. "Astaroth," he scolds, knowing very well what that smirk means, and it's with a playful growl and a lash of his tail that he tries to swat the shirt into a heap on the floor so he can get what he wants.
So much for soft and happy and vulnerable, then.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
