[SE] melancholy hill

you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god

"That sounds good," Danta says with a nod, though in all honesty Asta could have suggested water and honey without adding the tea at all and he'd have agreed as long as the butcher was content. Having always been planning to let him handle the actual tea-making part of their night, he's nonetheless reluctant to part from the other man, even if it's in the name of distraction. "First time for everything, hm?" He winks. "I'll go and set it up. First, though..."

Squeezing Asta's hand back, Danta coaxes the other man towards him so he can lean up and kiss him, his free hand slipping around the butcher's waist over the blanket that drapes about him like a cloak. While his affections never stray beyond soft or gentle, it's true that no small part of the Maverick is keen to tease out the man he knows is lurking under the shadow of the nightmare. "I love you," he whispers against Asta's lips, leaving one last kiss as a parting gift before he steps away at last to set up their game.

The dartboard is easy to locate and hang on a hook, though it takes a little more digging around for Danta to locate the 'proper' tools. (He'd been using throwing knives, so sue him). Still, finding the darts at last, he straightens up and waggles them towards the butcher. "Ready when you are."

Dantalion