you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
There is no use in worrying about it, especially not as he's settled so carefully in bed and when the weight and heat of the other man comes to join him. "As long as you're sure," he says of Asta being okay, adjusted and relaxed against him with his injured arm tucked in close. In Danta's head, of course, he'll be absolutely fine come morning, so the soreness will be quite the shock. But at least Asta will be there to explain, and to try and prevent any poor decisions. (Try being the operative word).
"Mm, you always do." he continues, his tone sleepier by the second as he turns his head to nose into the other man's dark hair, to breathe in the scent of smoke and blood and the lingering vanilla and lavender from the tea. "Even if you were the one to do it." Grinning, there are clearly no hard feelings by the way Danta becomes a boneless, dead weight in the other man's arms, soon snoring softly without the need for sedatives or any other medicine.
Hopefully the rest of the night will be a peaceful one - for both of their sakes.
~FIN
"Mm, you always do." he continues, his tone sleepier by the second as he turns his head to nose into the other man's dark hair, to breathe in the scent of smoke and blood and the lingering vanilla and lavender from the tea. "Even if you were the one to do it." Grinning, there are clearly no hard feelings by the way Danta becomes a boneless, dead weight in the other man's arms, soon snoring softly without the need for sedatives or any other medicine.
Hopefully the rest of the night will be a peaceful one - for both of their sakes.
~FIN
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
