// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
Danta's lips part to object, to say that under the right circumstances he is very much for the taking, but Asta beats him to it, and it's with a wicked little laugh that he relaxes into the other man's affections, his tail flicking contently among the blankets around them. Leaning back against the headboard as the butcher shifts again, his head landing in Danta's lap, he resists the urge to wave him off as he's showered, again, with compliments about his handling of the Grounds.
"Part of me thinks I ought to have stayed at The Climb and built it back up," he admits. "When I first woke up, there were a few Ancients who seemed to have the same idea. But..." He scrunches his nose and teases gentle fingers through Asta's hair, carefully tucking it out of his face. "I guess I was afraid if I went digging around up there for too long, I'd find something I didn't want to see." Like Morax.
"Part of me thinks I ought to have stayed at The Climb and built it back up," he admits. "When I first woke up, there were a few Ancients who seemed to have the same idea. But..." He scrunches his nose and teases gentle fingers through Asta's hair, carefully tucking it out of his face. "I guess I was afraid if I went digging around up there for too long, I'd find something I didn't want to see." Like Morax.
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
