// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
It's easily been over a week since they'd started this very important nonsense to get Asta's head screwed on straight about gore crows, and Danta is already over it. Don't get him wrong, he knows it's important and that it's imperative that his lover feels good and safe and all that other warm fuzzy stuff, but he's also not been able to share a bed with him, and sleeping alone is not something he's used to any more. Add in the fact that he's all but insisted that Asta keep the den in their room so he can have something familiar, and the Maverick has found himself sofa surfing in his own damned house.
The only saving grace is that there are plenty of offers for him to stay in other people's beds, granted.
But either way, he's tired and cranky and still probably only about 10% as bad as Asta must be feeling as they trudge up to the top of Peekaboo Rise, a brisk wind ruffling his fair hair, his coat buttoned tightly against the Flowerbirth chill. It's threatening to rain, it looks like, the rising sun having barely made a difference to the light given the thick grey cover of clouds overhead, but... fuck it, right? Better here than anywhere Asta has good memories.
"Remember when we drop-kicked that void tangleweed off this hill?" Speaking of good memories. Smirking, even tired, Danta glances over his shoulder to the butcher and finally falls to a halt. "Will here work?" he asks, nodding to a log up ahead that someone has been crafted to use as a bench to enjoy the view.
The only saving grace is that there are plenty of offers for him to stay in other people's beds, granted.
But either way, he's tired and cranky and still probably only about 10% as bad as Asta must be feeling as they trudge up to the top of Peekaboo Rise, a brisk wind ruffling his fair hair, his coat buttoned tightly against the Flowerbirth chill. It's threatening to rain, it looks like, the rising sun having barely made a difference to the light given the thick grey cover of clouds overhead, but... fuck it, right? Better here than anywhere Asta has good memories.
"Remember when we drop-kicked that void tangleweed off this hill?" Speaking of good memories. Smirking, even tired, Danta glances over his shoulder to the butcher and finally falls to a halt. "Will here work?" he asks, nodding to a log up ahead that someone has been crafted to use as a bench to enjoy the view.
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
