you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Scrunching his nose to hide his embarrassment, Danta accepts the offered kisses with silent gratitude, allowing Asta to adjust them back to their starting positions. "Is it easier when there's music?" he wonders, squeezing the other man's hand back and straightening himself up again - a simple matter with the corset correcting his posture with every minute movement.
Stepping slowly again this time, it takes another few rounds before the Maverick feels himself start to fall into the rhythm, his feet performing the steps without needing so much input from his mind. Sighing out tension he hadn't realised he'd been holding in his back and shoulders, one might even be mistaken in thinking Danta is quite enjoying the structure of the dance, music or no music.
"Distractions?" he echoes once he trusts himself to talk. He's still glancing down every now and then, just to make sure he's turning the right way, but evidently he's able to hold a conversation now. "You aren't going to put obstacles on the floor or try to trip me up are you?"
Stepping slowly again this time, it takes another few rounds before the Maverick feels himself start to fall into the rhythm, his feet performing the steps without needing so much input from his mind. Sighing out tension he hadn't realised he'd been holding in his back and shoulders, one might even be mistaken in thinking Danta is quite enjoying the structure of the dance, music or no music.
"Distractions?" he echoes once he trusts himself to talk. He's still glancing down every now and then, just to make sure he's turning the right way, but evidently he's able to hold a conversation now. "You aren't going to put obstacles on the floor or try to trip me up are you?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
