// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
Sunjata won't have to try hard at all to leech the heat from the Ancient curled around him; typical of his kind, to say that Danta runs hot is an understatement, doubly so when considering Asta's presence in the bed as well. "If you're sure. Wake me if that changes," He rumbles through a voice made deeper by sleep, taking a long, deep breath and releasing it in a comfortable sigh that has him relaxing further around the Flood, his fingers finding their way beneath the blanket wrapped around him to rest against scarred skin.
Danta passes the rest of the night like that, barring any interruptions, and with the butcher at his back and Sunjata pressed against him, one might be correct in assuming that the Maverick has never slept better. Indeed, as dawn stretches its golden fingers across the Hollowed Grounds enough to penetrate down and into the Last Whisper and the Dusklight, Danta will remain as he is, breathing slow and heavy, limbs still and warm where they tangle against the other men in his bed.
Danta passes the rest of the night like that, barring any interruptions, and with the butcher at his back and Sunjata pressed against him, one might be correct in assuming that the Maverick has never slept better. Indeed, as dawn stretches its golden fingers across the Hollowed Grounds enough to penetrate down and into the Last Whisper and the Dusklight, Danta will remain as he is, breathing slow and heavy, limbs still and warm where they tangle against the other men in his bed.
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
