[SE] sleep deprivations got me at my heels

// the kinda wrong that make you feel right //

"You try and you succeed," Danta praises with an indulgent smile curling at his lips, his fingers (adorned with rings that will soon find their place on the valet tray) slipping up and through Asta's dark hair as he watches him open the box. He hasn't seen the jewellery since he and Kiada had purchased it on their outing, and he's pleasantly satisfied to see the pieces still as eye catching as when he'd first found them.

"I'm glad you like them. And I don't think your being one-armed right now is anything to do with you being old," he teases, leaning in to drop a kiss against the top of his head (or the blanket covering it, anyway). "Nevertheless, I'd be honoured to take pity on you." Carefully turning Asta's face up towards him, Danta reaches out to remove the ruby stud and the silver hoop with practiced, careful movements. Swapping them for the new set in the box, it isn't long before the Maverick is admiring the bloodstone and the fang glittering in Asta's ears.

"Very handsome," he purrs. "Ah - while we are here, though - I believe the tailor dropped off your muzzle with the new straps. We can try it on you, while I've got you here playing dress up?"

Dantalion

// the little death that make you feel alive //