[SE] sleep deprivations got me at my heels

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

Danta freezes at first - usually if Asta starts to grumble and shift in his sleep, it's a sign of a nightmare and some impending panic and violence - but as the other man stretches out a bit and nuzzles against him, he lets out a long, slow sigh of relief. Feeling a smile sneak across his face, he allows himself one last sip of wine before setting it down on the side table next to the couch, then brings both of his hands to the leather holding the muzzle in place.

"Good evening," he purrs, not wanting to confuse Asta with the time of day even if he's just waking up. Clever fingers quickly work the buckles and fastenings free, allowing Danta to carefully guide the muzzle away from the butcher's face, setting it down next to his wine. "There's no rush to wake up. It's been quiet." Comparatively so, anyway, the Maverick brushing his knuckles affectionately across Asta's cheek and the beard that has started to grow out, before plunging his hands properly into his hair now that the muzzle isn't in the way.

Scritching indulgently against the spaces usually blocked by his horns, it's a further few minutes of fuss before Danta speaks again. "Are you feeling a little better?"

Dantalion

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