you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"A gentleman doesn't do the sort of stuff you just did to me on this bed," Danta says wickedly, his smile audible if not hidden in the press of his lips against Asta's collarbones. That's likely the last truly coherent remark the butcher will get out of him, honestly, and it took enough mental effort to keep his slurring to a minimum. Instead, humming something affectionate and pleased to hear the declaration of love in return, the Maverick's fingers slowly slip away from the muzzle and he lets out a long, heavy sigh as he settles down.
Asta will be able to tell when Danta succumbs to the sedative, the sweeping arcs of his tail beneath the sheets growing still, his breathing slow and deep, his limbs like dead weight. There's no snoring or shifting or trying to get more comfortable, and unless the butcher physically moves him to another part of the bed, this is exactly where Danta will stay until morning. Let it never be said that Isla Lockwood doesn't give out the good drugs.
~FIN
Asta will be able to tell when Danta succumbs to the sedative, the sweeping arcs of his tail beneath the sheets growing still, his breathing slow and deep, his limbs like dead weight. There's no snoring or shifting or trying to get more comfortable, and unless the butcher physically moves him to another part of the bed, this is exactly where Danta will stay until morning. Let it never be said that Isla Lockwood doesn't give out the good drugs.
~FIN
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
