idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"Why thank you. I made the heat all myself," Danta quips, grinning and settling further to feel Asta's hands lace around him - not that it lasts very long, of course. Tilting his head ever so slightly to welcome the other man's head against the side of his neck, it takes an even shorter amount of time than the Maverick had expected before Asta's soft snoring fills the Glade.
Letting out a content sigh, Danta is happy enough to watch the flames while they wait for the butcher's clothes to dry off enough to get home. In the meantime, he picks up where Asta left off, wisps of fire threading through his fingertips as he passes them through damp hair, leaving it in soft, dark waves by the time he's finished.
Danta doesn't nod off himself, enjoying the strange moment of peace far too much, but night has fallen by the time he thinks Asta will be able to be comfortable in his clothes, and he tries to gently stir him with a few kisses pressed to his cheeks. "Come on," he invites softly, "let's get you dressed and head out of here. You'll sleep better at home."
Letting out a content sigh, Danta is happy enough to watch the flames while they wait for the butcher's clothes to dry off enough to get home. In the meantime, he picks up where Asta left off, wisps of fire threading through his fingertips as he passes them through damp hair, leaving it in soft, dark waves by the time he's finished.
Danta doesn't nod off himself, enjoying the strange moment of peace far too much, but night has fallen by the time he thinks Asta will be able to be comfortable in his clothes, and he tries to gently stir him with a few kisses pressed to his cheeks. "Come on," he invites softly, "let's get you dressed and head out of here. You'll sleep better at home."
Dantalion
I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door
just to sit outside your door
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
