// the kinda wrong that make you feel right //
"Okay." With a weak smile, Danta nods and shifts enough to let Asta adjust himself, welcoming him into his arms and ensuring the fur is gathered properly against his back to act as a barrier between the butcher and the world beyond. With the appearance of his glamour, too, the Maverick is able to nose properly into Asta's hair, allowing him to bury his face away and imagine they are elsewhere.
"Try to sleep," he suggests, threading his fingers gently through his dark locks to drift down and across the back of his neck, never straying lower but offering as much comfort as he's able. "I'll be right here if you need me." Evidently Danta isn't planning to drift off again tonight, his focus on maintaining the shield of fire overhead to keep the crows at bay.
It might not keep the sound of them out, though, and so Danta fills the silence with the gentle murmur of his voice; from describing the plan for the morning to being able to get back home and be in familiar surroundings, if nothing else, at least it might provide a distraction to the man in his arms.
"Try to sleep," he suggests, threading his fingers gently through his dark locks to drift down and across the back of his neck, never straying lower but offering as much comfort as he's able. "I'll be right here if you need me." Evidently Danta isn't planning to drift off again tonight, his focus on maintaining the shield of fire overhead to keep the crows at bay.
It might not keep the sound of them out, though, and so Danta fills the silence with the gentle murmur of his voice; from describing the plan for the morning to being able to get back home and be in familiar surroundings, if nothing else, at least it might provide a distraction to the man in his arms.
Dantalion
// the little death that make you feel alive //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
