// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
Danta falls asleep to the thought of hunting stags and prowling through the Leafchange undergrowth, shivering a touch at the steel muzzle that presses briefly against his skin until it warms up, his body loose and malleable to allow Asta to wrap himself around him as tightly as he wishes. And without any worry of overheating, both Ancients are liable to remain this way right up until dawn and beyond, barring any disturbances.
And if those disturbances to happen, Danta's money is on the man at his back being the cause, so when he's drawn from a deep slumber by a gentle nudge rather than the fitful shifting of a nightmare, he's bleary eyed to say the least.
"Mm...?" Peeping over the blankets and furs to the man all but lurking over them, Danta stretches briefly before relaxing again and shifting enough to welcome Sunjata onto the bed. "Mmhm," he says, making very little sense but assuming the confirmation is enough to get the point across; based on the weight of the Flood's body sinking onto the bed a moment later, it is.
Practically able to feel the cold radiating off him compared to the heat of their den, it's of little surprise, really, that Danta frees an arm to snake it around Sunjata to drag him closer, huffing a warm, sleepy sigh against the back of his neck and promptly closing his eyes again. "D'you need to talk or anything?" he asks before he can fall too deeply asleep.
And if those disturbances to happen, Danta's money is on the man at his back being the cause, so when he's drawn from a deep slumber by a gentle nudge rather than the fitful shifting of a nightmare, he's bleary eyed to say the least.
"Mm...?" Peeping over the blankets and furs to the man all but lurking over them, Danta stretches briefly before relaxing again and shifting enough to welcome Sunjata onto the bed. "Mmhm," he says, making very little sense but assuming the confirmation is enough to get the point across; based on the weight of the Flood's body sinking onto the bed a moment later, it is.
Practically able to feel the cold radiating off him compared to the heat of their den, it's of little surprise, really, that Danta frees an arm to snake it around Sunjata to drag him closer, huffing a warm, sleepy sigh against the back of his neck and promptly closing his eyes again. "D'you need to talk or anything?" he asks before he can fall too deeply asleep.
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
