you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Wincing and nodding gently at the context Asta offers - that explains the sleep-talking, he thinks - Danta doesn't ask nor need him to elaborate further, merely turning to press a soft kiss to his forehead. He can't imagine it, the dread of reliving such a moment but knowing this time what will come after, the Maverick's brow furrowing as he forces those thoughts away. Letting his thumb brush against the back of Asta's hand as they sit together, when the butcher speaks next it almost comes as a shock, not that Danta can complain.
"Sure, that sounds like a good idea," he agrees readily, even though no part of him wants to peel away from the other man. Nevertheless, Danta scoots to the edge of the bed, drawing the other man with him and rising to his feet, blankets and all. "We'll put on some tea," he says, feeling as if the butcher might prefer decisions over options right now.
"No midnight hide and seek, though. I know Ludo would probably approve, but I'm not so much in the mood for that."
"Sure, that sounds like a good idea," he agrees readily, even though no part of him wants to peel away from the other man. Nevertheless, Danta scoots to the edge of the bed, drawing the other man with him and rising to his feet, blankets and all. "We'll put on some tea," he says, feeling as if the butcher might prefer decisions over options right now.
"No midnight hide and seek, though. I know Ludo would probably approve, but I'm not so much in the mood for that."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
