in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Danta sleeps hard - unexpectedly so, but then he'd likely been more concerned for the butcher than even he realised when he'd shown up at the eleventh hour to dock the skyship. Stirring, at last, only when he senses that the ship has started to dip lower, it's with a long, deep sigh and a reluctant grumble under his breath that he curls himself tighter around Asta. "Well," he mumbles, voice rough and muffled against the other man's chest, "I just ruined any chance of getting any sleep tonight, didn't I?"
Because he can sense it's been hours, from the change in the temperature of the air if nothing else, and it's with a brief shiver that Danta stretches out, before curling up again and peeking up at his lover with blue eyes made uncharacteristically soft by his doziness. "Sorry," he adds, belatedly. "I'll be better company the next time we take a skyship."
Because he can sense it's been hours, from the change in the temperature of the air if nothing else, and it's with a brief shiver that Danta stretches out, before curling up again and peeking up at his lover with blue eyes made uncharacteristically soft by his doziness. "Sorry," he adds, belatedly. "I'll be better company the next time we take a skyship."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
