// the kinda wrong that make you feel right //
Pointedly keeping his attention on the butcher's hand as he offers it up, Danta furrows his brow and reaches out to take a closer look. "If we were home I'd probably say for you to get stitches," he murmurs, shifting a bit to reach and tear a bit of fabric from the edge of his bedroll. "For now, though, this will have to do..." It's a little awkward to manoeuvre around Asta to bandage his hand without peeling himself away from the other man, but Danta manages it eventually, letting out a soft sigh when he's done.
"We're over halfway I think," he tells his lover, leaning in to kiss the blood and tears from his cheeks without remarking on them. "Do you want me to shift into a lyvern? It's not much of a size difference, but I can cover you with my wings?" Nuzzling at Asta's temple, he doesn't expect the other man to answer verbally. A nod or a shake of the head is enough for him.
"We're over halfway I think," he tells his lover, leaning in to kiss the blood and tears from his cheeks without remarking on them. "Do you want me to shift into a lyvern? It's not much of a size difference, but I can cover you with my wings?" Nuzzling at Asta's temple, he doesn't expect the other man to answer verbally. A nod or a shake of the head is enough for him.
Dantalion
// the little death that make you feel alive //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
