// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
"Mm, good..." Like Asta, Danta has also forgotten that he'd fucking stabbed his lover in the chest been injured the day before, so hopefully the butcher will forgive him for not realising it for a few more minutes. He's groggy as he slowly turns into the other man's arms, huffing out a long, slow breath and silently enjoying the soft touch of fingers that come threading through his hair. Rarely one to suffer fuss, evidently this morning is Danta's exception to that rule, and he leans into Asta's gentle caresses as if they might well put him back to sleep.
His own fingers skate along the small of Asta's back, as if to relish the solid presence of him, and after a long yawn and a longer sigh, he finally tips his head up to peek at the other man. "Hey," he mumbles, leaning in to softly kiss his collarbones. "How are you feeling?" He means specifically after all that had happened in Asta's office the night before, but it probably applies in general, too.
His own fingers skate along the small of Asta's back, as if to relish the solid presence of him, and after a long yawn and a longer sigh, he finally tips his head up to peek at the other man. "Hey," he mumbles, leaning in to softly kiss his collarbones. "How are you feeling?" He means specifically after all that had happened in Asta's office the night before, but it probably applies in general, too.
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
