in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Still unused to being handled, and particularly by Asta, Danta can’t help but hold himself stiff as the other man gathers him up into his arms. Even so, with the lull of exhaustion dragging at both his mind and his body, it isn’t long before he’s forced to relax, sandwiched between Asta’s chest and the warmth of his jacket. With his feathers fluffing up and the butcher’s steady footsteps already sending him into a doze, he doesn’t need to be told twice when it comes to the suggestion of a nap, croaking some weak agreement up to Asta before falling quiet.
Snoozing his way through much of the journey home is something Danta will be inclined to apologise about later, but for now, gods if he doesn’t need it. And it’s with the gentle, lingering feel of Asta’s fingers smoothing over his feathers and the drum of his heartbeat against his ear that he seems to come around, wriggling enough to peep out of one lapel at the darkened world beyond.
Wishing he could speak in this shift but equally not wanting to disturb the strange peace of the night, Danta instead tips his head back to click his beak at his lover in greeting, but nothing more.
Snoozing his way through much of the journey home is something Danta will be inclined to apologise about later, but for now, gods if he doesn’t need it. And it’s with the gentle, lingering feel of Asta’s fingers smoothing over his feathers and the drum of his heartbeat against his ear that he seems to come around, wriggling enough to peep out of one lapel at the darkened world beyond.
Wishing he could speak in this shift but equally not wanting to disturb the strange peace of the night, Danta instead tips his head back to click his beak at his lover in greeting, but nothing more.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
