// the kinda wrong that make you feel right //
Keeping his arms loose around the other man so he can pull away if he needs to, Danta is more patient than he's ever known himself to be as Asta comes around - and that above all says everything about his feelings for the butcher. "It's over," he confirms with a smile, his soft fingers drifting down to cup the other man's jaw, his thumb brushing across his cheek. "Here, see for yourself."
Continuing to lower the shield of fire, eventually the full panorama of morning is revealed around them. And there are no crows in sight, the corvids evidently haven gotten fed up of waiting for anything interesting to happen within the fiery dome, succumbing to sleep themselves. "It's done. We can go home." Smiling tiredly to the other man, Danta shifts a bit to stretch out on their combined bedrolls, feeling as if he'll need to take a long nap when they get back to the Grounds.
"Can I interest you in packing up our shit and getting the fuck out of here? I know a really good breakfast place, if you think you can stomach food. And if not, the coffee is great anyway."
Continuing to lower the shield of fire, eventually the full panorama of morning is revealed around them. And there are no crows in sight, the corvids evidently haven gotten fed up of waiting for anything interesting to happen within the fiery dome, succumbing to sleep themselves. "It's done. We can go home." Smiling tiredly to the other man, Danta shifts a bit to stretch out on their combined bedrolls, feeling as if he'll need to take a long nap when they get back to the Grounds.
"Can I interest you in packing up our shit and getting the fuck out of here? I know a really good breakfast place, if you think you can stomach food. And if not, the coffee is great anyway."
Dantalion
// the little death that make you feel alive //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
