burned me up and down

// you knew who I was //

It's a good thing that Flora makes the decision to get up when she does, because with her fingers gently massaging against his temples and playing through his hair, Danta is in real danger of drifting off into a nap. "Time will tell, mm?" He grins, quite looking forward to seeing how she handles their oven-ass temperatures, especially when they're tangled up with her in their preferred way of sleeping.

Blinking up at her as she gazes to him for confirmation about Asta, the Maverick offers a small, proud little smile and a nod. "I just like watching him work," he purrs, winking at the butcher. "Makes it easier to bend myself whichever way you both need." As he's happily demonstrated just now, in fact.

With an equally as heavy sigh, Danta reluctantly rolls himself to sit up to let Flora extract herself, watching appreciatively as she cleans up and wiggles her way back into her shorts. It gives him the chance to lean in and brush his lips across Asta's cheek, nosing into his dark hair in a silent question as to whether he's truly alright.

Drawing away at last, the Maverick works on pulling his jeans back on and figuring out which holes in his macrame shirt at the ones for his head and arms. "Oh, I volunteer our resident cannibal for that honour," he quips, gesturing to her corset. "You won't thank me for trying, but Asta is very good at it."

Dantalion

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