idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
Danta doesn't have the heart to admit to Asta that he likely won't remember this idea in the morning - and the Maverick has very little chance of keeping track of it either, given how quickly his mind is liable to flit from place to place. It's enough that the thoughts are able to lull Asta back into his slumber, Danta shifting only a little to get comfortable and to arrange the blankets around them, before he's drawing the fire and the candles low and letting himself relax further.
He isn't long to pass out after the butcher, and thankfully for them both, it's a quiet and dreamless night.
That doesn't mean the Maverick is an early riser the following day, though, and it's only the thud of someone unloading a delivery outside that finally drags him out of his snooze. Having moved during the night only enough to roll onto his side, he's still got his arms wound around Asta, nose buried in his dark hair and the tines of his horns dangerously close to his face, not that he seems to care.
Grumbling and clutching the butcher a little closer, his tail thrashes with annoyance beneath the sheets, giving him away entirely.
He isn't long to pass out after the butcher, and thankfully for them both, it's a quiet and dreamless night.
That doesn't mean the Maverick is an early riser the following day, though, and it's only the thud of someone unloading a delivery outside that finally drags him out of his snooze. Having moved during the night only enough to roll onto his side, he's still got his arms wound around Asta, nose buried in his dark hair and the tines of his horns dangerously close to his face, not that he seems to care.
Grumbling and clutching the butcher a little closer, his tail thrashes with annoyance beneath the sheets, giving him away entirely.
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.
