// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
"That's no excuse. We both need our sleep," Danta objects without any real fire to the words, stretching himself out completely before relaxing once more against Asta, draped against the other man in utter comfort. He does smile a grateful kiss against the butcher's cheek, however, as he asks how his momentary doze had been. "Every sleep I have lately is the best one I've had for days," he admits without shame. Now that the other man is warming his bed again, he's got no reason to have anything but sweet dreams.
Blinking out at the sudden flash of thunder and the purr of lightning, Danta perks up a bit so he can watch the storm roll in across The Climb. With his pale face awash in the fiendish glow of magma and the pale ghostlight of the storm, there's something altogether quite young in his expression; an open curiosity he'd never been allowed to express in this place growing up.
"I didn't realise you'd ever seen storms like these while you were in The Climb," he says, having asssumed that Asta holed himself up every night away from the crows.
Blinking out at the sudden flash of thunder and the purr of lightning, Danta perks up a bit so he can watch the storm roll in across The Climb. With his pale face awash in the fiendish glow of magma and the pale ghostlight of the storm, there's something altogether quite young in his expression; an open curiosity he'd never been allowed to express in this place growing up.
"I didn't realise you'd ever seen storms like these while you were in The Climb," he says, having asssumed that Asta holed himself up every night away from the crows.
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
