// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
You're such a fucking nerd, is what Danta might have said if he weren't suddenly concentrating hard on the path ahead and the way they step through the Dusklight crowds, heading straight behind the bar to the Backrooms. The Maverick pauses only briefly to collect a glass and a bottle of some very good, very strong brandy, before he slips through the doors and follows Asta down the short corridor to his office.
Stepping inside, as the other man sets down the pills and waistcoat, Danta is already pouring himself a hefty measure of brandy, taking a long and burning sip of it to let the liquor spread its fiery tendrils through his throat and chest. He's just finished the glass and set it and the bottle down when Asta approaches, the Maverick doing his best not to flinch and only relaxing when he realises the butcher is still wholly himself for now.
Leaning into the offered kiss and brushing his fingers across the back of his hand, he nearly opts out of it completely. Nearly says fuck it, not tonight, and suggests hiding themselves away upstairs to pretend this hasn't happened.
But it has happened, and hiding won't get rid of it.
"I love you," he offers in return, stepping back and shaking out suddenly freezing cold hands to force a shaky inhale. "Hit me with the worst you have," he decides. "Whenever you're ready." That way his mind can wrap itself around the idea of it never being more than what Asta shows him. That's if it doesn't splinter under the pressure first.
Stepping inside, as the other man sets down the pills and waistcoat, Danta is already pouring himself a hefty measure of brandy, taking a long and burning sip of it to let the liquor spread its fiery tendrils through his throat and chest. He's just finished the glass and set it and the bottle down when Asta approaches, the Maverick doing his best not to flinch and only relaxing when he realises the butcher is still wholly himself for now.
Leaning into the offered kiss and brushing his fingers across the back of his hand, he nearly opts out of it completely. Nearly says fuck it, not tonight, and suggests hiding themselves away upstairs to pretend this hasn't happened.
But it has happened, and hiding won't get rid of it.
"I love you," he offers in return, stepping back and shaking out suddenly freezing cold hands to force a shaky inhale. "Hit me with the worst you have," he decides. "Whenever you're ready." That way his mind can wrap itself around the idea of it never being more than what Asta shows him. That's if it doesn't splinter under the pressure first.
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
