// the kinda wrong that make you feel right //
Asta sleeps, and Danta waits. Only once he's convinced the butcher has properly drifted off does he let himself settle into silence, listening to the crackle of the fire and the distant croaks of the crows nesting nearby, but it's not loud enough to stir the other man from his slumber. And with his concentration on maintaining the flames that arch protectively over them, the Maverick is able to stay awake until he senses, somewhere in himself, that the sun has risen over the ridge.
Slowly - very slowly - he creates a partition in the fire he's made, able to see the pale orange of the morning sky, the light bathing his cheeks in its gentle warmth. With a soft smile, Danta leans in to press soft kisses to the crown of Asta's head, smoothing his hair back from his face so he can try harder to kiss him awake. "Hey," he whispers. "It's morning. You did it."
Slowly - very slowly - he creates a partition in the fire he's made, able to see the pale orange of the morning sky, the light bathing his cheeks in its gentle warmth. With a soft smile, Danta leans in to press soft kisses to the crown of Asta's head, smoothing his hair back from his face so he can try harder to kiss him awake. "Hey," he whispers. "It's morning. You did it."
Dantalion
// the little death that make you feel alive //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
