I sink to let you breathe

I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes

Noticing that Asta is distracted but not so much that he's the cause of it, only as he draws the butcher upright and finds himself suddenly in his arms does Danta realise that the swamp has his lover a little bit lovestruck. "Oh, I have a feeling it's a great many more than four." Chuckling and leaning into the warm kiss pressed to his temple, the Maverick tips his head back to peer at the old ropes threading the branches. "People don't give this much myth and legend to only a handful of deaths."

Letting Asta go to investigate the score marks in the trunk of the tree, only at the soft clink of bones does he follow the other man's gaze, eyebrows raising as he prowls up to join him. "That is delightful," he purrs, an arm looping casually around his lover's waist and his eyes positively lighting up at the call of gore crows overhead. "Gods, it has everything. Alright, boot eating aside, I'm very impressed by this place. I wonder if anywhere will have any books on the legends about it."

Dantalion