to ashes and blood

// you knew who I was //

Letting out a chattering noise that's more startled than anything as he's quite suddenly picked up, were it anyone but Asta, Danta might have made quite the fuss about it. But it is Asta, and he's still trying to be as cautious as possible besides, and so he settles in the butcher's lap with only the barest shifting of his wings, beady eyes peering up at him, head cocking to the side.

Of course, then the other man is stroking at his feathers with hands as gentle as they are quietly confident, and given that Danta has never been properly fussed over in this shift, he almost topples over in his attempt to lean into the affection. Cooing a note of contentment and attempting to preen Asta's fingers as they fluff across his chest, it doesn't take long for the Maverick to realise he's liable to fall asleep just like this if he's not careful.

Shaking himself off suddenly and hopping from the butcher's lap, man becomes crow again only a few moments later, Danta's hair ruffled and his shoulders relaxed, a hand coming up to rub tiredly at his eyes. "I... Yeah, you're right. It worked," he says with a breathless laugh, feeling strangely awkward to have had Asta's hands all over him, but offering him a pleased smile nonetheless. "Congratulations."

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //