Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
Grinning as he helps to fasten the leather and metal around the butcher's jaw, Danta can't help but find it endearing to hear Asta try to keep up the conversation despite losing his fight with sleep. He might have asked him to keep talking just so he can hear his accent wrap around the words until he drifts off, but no sooner has he given the muzzle an experimental tug (for safety, you understand) when the other man is drawing him in against his chest, and the Maverick goes without complaint.
"Sleep well," he purrs, hooking one of his legs across his waist and nestling into the crook of his shoulder. Danta falls into a doze breathing in the scent of sweet almonds and shea, of smoke and honey and blood, and he couldn't be more comfortable for it.
It doesn't last, unfortunately.
He can't say what causes the shift in his subconscious towards dreams, and bad dreams at that - perhaps Asta moves in his sleep or there's a sound from outside - but either way, Danta inhales a sudden, shuddering breath and jolts awake hard. Caging the cry that wants to escape his throat behind a clenched jaw and balling his hands into fists to keep them from trembling, he starts to move only to realise the subject of his nightmare is still wrapped around him.
For a second the Maverick can only remember sharp teeth, blood and pain and dark eyes void of any recognition, and he falls deathly still, as if any sudden movements might set Asta off.
"Sleep well," he purrs, hooking one of his legs across his waist and nestling into the crook of his shoulder. Danta falls into a doze breathing in the scent of sweet almonds and shea, of smoke and honey and blood, and he couldn't be more comfortable for it.
It doesn't last, unfortunately.
He can't say what causes the shift in his subconscious towards dreams, and bad dreams at that - perhaps Asta moves in his sleep or there's a sound from outside - but either way, Danta inhales a sudden, shuddering breath and jolts awake hard. Caging the cry that wants to escape his throat behind a clenched jaw and balling his hands into fists to keep them from trembling, he starts to move only to realise the subject of his nightmare is still wrapped around him.
For a second the Maverick can only remember sharp teeth, blood and pain and dark eyes void of any recognition, and he falls deathly still, as if any sudden movements might set Asta off.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
