idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
With his cheeks flushed from shifting (and napping, let's be honest), Danta is slow to straighten up, still shirtless and tousled from their lazy day. The moment he's steady on his feet, though, he silently sweeps forward to gather Asta into his arms, holding him tight and close and nosing against the side of his neck. "You did so well," he mumbles to the butcher, a stray feather or two still caught in his fair hair, not that he notices or cares.
"I try to keep them that way, yeah," he adds about his feathers through a huff of muffled laughter, running gentle hands down the length of Asta's back and pressing a kiss (or two or three) to his cheek. "Thank you," he repeats. "I think I needed that more than I realised. I'm proud of you for sticking around." And even going so far as to touch him. "No more crows for a while though, I promise."
Well, he'll put the promise into effect when he realises Moira is still snoozing in his shirt, anyway.
"I try to keep them that way, yeah," he adds about his feathers through a huff of muffled laughter, running gentle hands down the length of Asta's back and pressing a kiss (or two or three) to his cheek. "Thank you," he repeats. "I think I needed that more than I realised. I'm proud of you for sticking around." And even going so far as to touch him. "No more crows for a while though, I promise."
Well, he'll put the promise into effect when he realises Moira is still snoozing in his shirt, anyway.
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.
