// you knew who I was //
Leaning into every touch Asta cares to lavish upon him, however brief or gentle, Danta doesn't miss the plethora of things left unsaid beyond of course, love and there was no other choice. It feels as if the distance yawns between them, physically and otherwise, and gods, the Maverick can't stand it. Pressing kiss after kiss to the butcher's palm as it brushes across his cheek, Danta grimaces as he moves, but he's not nearly so immobile as he had been back int he Greatwood.
Clambering with no shortage of effort from his own bed and into Asta's (lack of space be damned), he stays more or less sprawled on his front even if he manages to tuck himself right against the other man's good side, burying his face in the crook of his neck. "Mm, I am always astounded by our teamwork," he informs him through a muffled voice, the briefest smile on his lips that Asta will feel rather than see.
"Gods, I want to go home though," he adds as the smile fades into a furrowed brow, one of his arms slipping around the other man's middle, careful of the sling.
Clambering with no shortage of effort from his own bed and into Asta's (lack of space be damned), he stays more or less sprawled on his front even if he manages to tuck himself right against the other man's good side, burying his face in the crook of his neck. "Mm, I am always astounded by our teamwork," he informs him through a muffled voice, the briefest smile on his lips that Asta will feel rather than see.
"Gods, I want to go home though," he adds as the smile fades into a furrowed brow, one of his arms slipping around the other man's middle, careful of the sling.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
