you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Was it?" Danta wonders of his dart, sounding skeptical and turning ever so slightly to peep up at Asta, just as his lips brush softly across his temple. "I will have to take your word for it until morning, I suppose." Because for all of their shenanigans, there's no place he'd rather be than right here, his eyes slipping shut and a soft sound of contentment rumbling in his chest at the affections given by skilled and wicked fingers scritching between his horns.
About to suggest they go and sit back in bed, the remark turns into a hitch of breath to find himself suddenly in the butcher's arms, though Danta is hardly complaining. Keeping his injured left arm cradled more closely against his chest, he noses affectionately ino the other man's neck, as grateful as he is tired. Nevertheless, he can't help but check in on Asta again. "We can still stay up, if you don't think you can rest," he mumbles.
About to suggest they go and sit back in bed, the remark turns into a hitch of breath to find himself suddenly in the butcher's arms, though Danta is hardly complaining. Keeping his injured left arm cradled more closely against his chest, he noses affectionately ino the other man's neck, as grateful as he is tired. Nevertheless, he can't help but check in on Asta again. "We can still stay up, if you don't think you can rest," he mumbles.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
