april showers

in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue

Narrowing his eyes only half playfully as Asta acts as if he wants to reconsider the plan he'd offered, Danta is soon distracted, luckily, by the delightful crackle of his back as he's able to stretch out fully. Stifling a yawn behind his hand - and bouncing his eyebrows as if to say he's got his own sleep deficit to make up for, apparently, the Maverick settles back to tilt his head curiously at the other man's suggestion.

And gods, he doesn't think he's ever heard a better plan in his life, Danta reaching out to gently pinch the butcher's cheek in affection. "That," he says, even as long fingers come dancing up his arm, "sounds incredible. Don't change a thing about it - you've got yourself a deal." Knowing those particular words are like a loaded gun to the man tucked in the bed, Danta leans in before Asta can make too much of them to silence him with a kiss.

Slow and soft and full of all the promise of a very busy evening, it's only the gentle shift of the skyship that has him sitting back a fraction, and outside he can hear the call of seabirds and voices from the dock. "That's our cue to leave," he whispers, clambering out of bed to pull his clothes back on. "There's an inn close to the skyport made of old boats," he says conversationally. "If you want to continue our nautical adventure."

Dantalion