// the kinda wrong that make you feel right //
"Understandable, I suppose," Danta says with a soft raise of his eyebrows. He hasn't spent much time thinking about how Asta's day-to-day would have been in their old life in The Climb - not back then and certainly not now - but out here under the cold blanket of stars and the ghoulish light of the fire, it's all too easy to imagine it. "Sorry that you had to spend all that time alone," he murmurs, reaching out to rest a casual hand on the butcher's knee as he continues to enjoy his bizarre concoction of food and dessert.
"Three quarters of the way until we can get back to our den," Danta agrees once they're finished and he has to blink away from the glare of the firelight against the solid blackness around them. Waiting for Asta to get as comfortable as he's able before moving, Danta ensures his bedroll is tugged up beside the butcher's and then curls himself against his back, sneaking an arm around his waist to try and find his trembling fingers to hold onto.
"Just one night. And not even that long now," he whispers against the back of his neck, fumbling for only a moment to drag the fur over them as well. "I've got you, Asta."
"Three quarters of the way until we can get back to our den," Danta agrees once they're finished and he has to blink away from the glare of the firelight against the solid blackness around them. Waiting for Asta to get as comfortable as he's able before moving, Danta ensures his bedroll is tugged up beside the butcher's and then curls himself against his back, sneaking an arm around his waist to try and find his trembling fingers to hold onto.
"Just one night. And not even that long now," he whispers against the back of his neck, fumbling for only a moment to drag the fur over them as well. "I've got you, Asta."
Dantalion
// the little death that make you feel alive //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
