you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Danta can practically feel the prick of the butcher's teeth as he speaks with his lips pressed to his shoulder, the Maverick caught between continuing to toe the line and purposely sabotaging Asta's delicate balancing act. A slip here, a nudge there and oh no, maybe there will be more blood than the butcher anticipated. Luckily, perhaps, for them both, he's soon distracted by the arm slipping around his middle and the hand blotting out his sight, filling his senses with the scent of iron and the feel of cool sheets.
"I don't know - would you?" he wonders with a crooked smile, head tilted to encourage every accented word Asta wants to drip into his ear. As he's finally able to blink back the sight of the room, at first Danta isn't sure what exactly is supposed to have changed. And then he catches sight of them through the drapes of their den, Asta coiled around him like liquid shadow, the firelight painting the Maverick in shades of gold and crimson, and the butcher will feel his pulse begin to race.
"Fuck," he whispers, equal parts awe and surprise.
"I don't know - would you?" he wonders with a crooked smile, head tilted to encourage every accented word Asta wants to drip into his ear. As he's finally able to blink back the sight of the room, at first Danta isn't sure what exactly is supposed to have changed. And then he catches sight of them through the drapes of their den, Asta coiled around him like liquid shadow, the firelight painting the Maverick in shades of gold and crimson, and the butcher will feel his pulse begin to race.
"Fuck," he whispers, equal parts awe and surprise.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
