and your heart, love, has such darkness

// divide me down to the smallest I can be //

Shifting exactly where he's landed so as not to risk freaking out his lover, Danta appears crouched beside the log only to promptly straighten up, brushing himself off. "Any time," he tells the butcher, scrunching his nose as a fat drop of rain lands on his forehead. "Well at least we avoided it for this long," he mutters, waiting until Asta has properly tucked away the jar before he slinks forward to invade his space.

Not caring what he has to do to manage it, Danta slips his arms around the other man beneath his overcoat so he can draw him close, tail flicking at his heels and his face nuzzling into the side of his neck. "What else is left on your crow list?" he asks softly, figuring that even while it might be raining, he can enjoy leeching as much contact from the other man as he can before they have to get on with their day.

Dantalion

// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //