// the kinda wrong that make you feel right //
Asta is right and Danta doesn't care, busying himself in the fresh wave of silence that falls over them to skewer his own marshmallow with a stick. Plunging it directly into the flames so it chars very thoroughly indeed rather than turning nicely golden as is the custom (he's never done it before OK), he withdraws it again fully aflame, needing to blow it out before putting it directly in his mouth.
Which means, yes, that it's another few more moments before he can speak again, by which time his lover has curled back in on himself, airing an apology he considers entirely unnecessary. "Tonight will be over before you know it," he whispers, leaning in to deliver a kiss injected with sweetness to Asta's lips. "And then we can go home and you can feel like yourself again. For now, though, it's about whatever gets you through it. Okay?"
Kissing him again before drawing back, Danta reaches for the bottle of liquor to take a pull from it himself, then offers it back towards the other man. "Once the sun sets properly, we can just lay down and wait it out if you like." Hells, Asta might even sleep and the time will pass quicker.
Which means, yes, that it's another few more moments before he can speak again, by which time his lover has curled back in on himself, airing an apology he considers entirely unnecessary. "Tonight will be over before you know it," he whispers, leaning in to deliver a kiss injected with sweetness to Asta's lips. "And then we can go home and you can feel like yourself again. For now, though, it's about whatever gets you through it. Okay?"
Kissing him again before drawing back, Danta reaches for the bottle of liquor to take a pull from it himself, then offers it back towards the other man. "Once the sun sets properly, we can just lay down and wait it out if you like." Hells, Asta might even sleep and the time will pass quicker.
Dantalion
// the little death that make you feel alive //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
