// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
"And I love you," Danta replies, his voice barely even a whisper, the words exhaled into the crook of Asta's neck. Utterly boneless in the other man's arms, the butcher will be able to hold him as close as he likes, Danta's tail flicking absently beneath the blankets before settling to curl loosely about Asta's calf. This is what he'd meant when he'd said I need you - that this, all of this that they've built together, might be enough to counteract the thing his lover had become down in his office.
They're different enough, certainly, that Danta is able to succumb to the pull of sleep, and before he's even realised he's done it, he's snoring softly against Asta, too tired even for nightmares to reach for him. And how bad would they have even been, anyway, given the living nightmare he's just experienced?
The Maverick won't be difficult to move throughout the night should the butcher need to get up or adjust them, stirring only if he feels the other man's warmth disappear for too long. And the sun is long past risen when he finally stirs, groggy and still drained (unsurprisingly), grumbling and turning to nuzzle into the pillows. "No," he mumbles hoarsely.
They're different enough, certainly, that Danta is able to succumb to the pull of sleep, and before he's even realised he's done it, he's snoring softly against Asta, too tired even for nightmares to reach for him. And how bad would they have even been, anyway, given the living nightmare he's just experienced?
The Maverick won't be difficult to move throughout the night should the butcher need to get up or adjust them, stirring only if he feels the other man's warmth disappear for too long. And the sun is long past risen when he finally stirs, groggy and still drained (unsurprisingly), grumbling and turning to nuzzle into the pillows. "No," he mumbles hoarsely.
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
