in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
The quiet warmth that settles between them is something Danta will never take for granted, the Maverick rolling just enough to face Asta as he gets comfortable on the rug, his fingers gently tracing the fresh pink scar tissue on his chest. Around them the room is bathed in flickering twilight, and he can hear the distant lap of water against the docks outside, as well as the muted twang of guitar strings from some musician on the street.
"Hmm?" Raising his eyebrows as if to ask the butcher what he could possibly mean by his question, Danta scoffs a gentle laugh under his breath. "Well, let's see," he says quietly, his fingers starbursting against Asta's chest now and lingering there. "You spent a good few weeks forcing yourself to be around the things you fear the most, all so you could spend the night beside me." And it's a strong start, don't get him wrong, but only the tip of the iceberg of surprises.
"You agreed to enjoy yourself with Flora and I - and despite it being your first time, you were very impressive," he continues. "And to top it off, you shared a dance with me at The Hanged Man. I am constantly surprised and delighted by you," he boasts.
"Hmm?" Raising his eyebrows as if to ask the butcher what he could possibly mean by his question, Danta scoffs a gentle laugh under his breath. "Well, let's see," he says quietly, his fingers starbursting against Asta's chest now and lingering there. "You spent a good few weeks forcing yourself to be around the things you fear the most, all so you could spend the night beside me." And it's a strong start, don't get him wrong, but only the tip of the iceberg of surprises.
"You agreed to enjoy yourself with Flora and I - and despite it being your first time, you were very impressive," he continues. "And to top it off, you shared a dance with me at The Hanged Man. I am constantly surprised and delighted by you," he boasts.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
