// the kinda wrong that make you feel right //
Danta does remain awake for quite some time after the butcher succumbs to sleep. Far more sober and without any of the added trauma of the area, he's content to warm the other man's back and shoulders until he drifts off and then some, his thumb grazing the back of his hand, his soft breath tickling against the back of Asta's neck and into his dark hair. It's a relief to feel him sink bonelessly against him and into the bedroll and the rock beneath, the Maverick letting loose a soft sigh and clasping him a touch closer, content to feed the fire until he falls into a doze himself.
And it's never anything more than a doze, Danta stirring frequently as if hyperaware of any movement. As such, when the crows do creep into their space, he's instantly on alert. Levering an elbow beneath himself, his other arm slips from around Asta to sweep in a quick, firm arc at the grows pecking at the fur to send them scattering, a growl rising in his throat. At the same time he draws up a ring of fire close around the two of them, hot enough to singe feathers if the corvids don't move swiftly out of the way.
And it's never anything more than a doze, Danta stirring frequently as if hyperaware of any movement. As such, when the crows do creep into their space, he's instantly on alert. Levering an elbow beneath himself, his other arm slips from around Asta to sweep in a quick, firm arc at the grows pecking at the fur to send them scattering, a growl rising in his throat. At the same time he draws up a ring of fire close around the two of them, hot enough to singe feathers if the corvids don't move swiftly out of the way.
Dantalion
// the little death that make you feel alive //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
