// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
Leaning into the touch, Danta turns his head to press his lips to the pads of Asta's fingers, willing himself to relax completely as the room opens into something more comfortable if no less familiar. "I'm glad you approve," he murmurs, a faint smile curling across his lips as he accepts the butcher's obnoxious fussing with weary contentment.
Having been expecting to lay here indefinitely, Danta's eyes widen a fraction to feel Asta suddenly scoot back, not to mention how he's tugged up to sit between his legs. "What are--" Cut off by his own sharp inhale of relief to feel the butcher's hands press and stroke against muscles still held tense despite his best efforts, the Maverick hums a note of encouragement and hangs his head a little.
"I've been a lot worse, put it that way," he says, a smile audible in his voice. "Thanks..."
Having been expecting to lay here indefinitely, Danta's eyes widen a fraction to feel Asta suddenly scoot back, not to mention how he's tugged up to sit between his legs. "What are--" Cut off by his own sharp inhale of relief to feel the butcher's hands press and stroke against muscles still held tense despite his best efforts, the Maverick hums a note of encouragement and hangs his head a little.
"I've been a lot worse, put it that way," he says, a smile audible in his voice. "Thanks..."
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
