in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Huffing out a relieved sigh to hear that the marks on Asta's chest aren't causing him too much pain - though in reality given both of their tolerances, that doesn't mean much - Danta lets himself be ferried back into the butcher's arms. It's a movement that's aided by the gentle rock of the skyship as it takes off, the Maverick gently resting his chin on his lover's shoulder. "It isn't your fault," he assures him. "You couldn't have known."
He just needs a little time to sit with the feelings and what to do with them, Danta stepping back and shrugging out of his shirt almost at the same time as Asta does. "Gods, I'd like that," he admits quietly, to collapsing into the bunk with the butcher, and he wastes little time in tugging off his shoes and pants and dragging up his glamour before he crawls onto the makeshift bed. "I'm suddenly exhausted."
He just needs a little time to sit with the feelings and what to do with them, Danta stepping back and shrugging out of his shirt almost at the same time as Asta does. "Gods, I'd like that," he admits quietly, to collapsing into the bunk with the butcher, and he wastes little time in tugging off his shoes and pants and dragging up his glamour before he crawls onto the makeshift bed. "I'm suddenly exhausted."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
