idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"Five more minutes," Danta breathes, as if the butcher's soft sound of confusion had been an alarm clock and he'd been trying to convince them to rise and shine. Smiling to himself to feel the familiar press of a tail winding around his leg, the Maverick takes it for all the permission in the world to stay right where he is, nuzzling further into the crook of Asta's neck and letting himself melt against the other man's body.
He even slips in and out of a doze after that for gods know how long, their combined heat and the heavy curtains (not to mention the canopy of fabric for their den) easily fooling him into believing it's still dark outside. Eventually, inevitably, though, Danta does stretch out against Asta's back, body trembling with the effort, and his blue eyes peep open. "Morning."
He even slips in and out of a doze after that for gods know how long, their combined heat and the heavy curtains (not to mention the canopy of fabric for their den) easily fooling him into believing it's still dark outside. Eventually, inevitably, though, Danta does stretch out against Asta's back, body trembling with the effort, and his blue eyes peep open. "Morning."
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.
