you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
More than tempted to dismiss his horns to give Asta the chance to fully tease his fingers through his hair, in the end Danta only forgets about it when the butcher's voice echoes softly in the space between them. Peering up at him, his leg still hooked across his waist and his fingers trying to sneakily unbutton his waistcoat so he might seek out the heat of him within it, he pauses for a moment before a slow smile curls across his lips.
"You have permission, here and whenever you might need it in future," he tells him gently, punctuating the remark with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I want you to do whatever you need to, if it keeps the both of us safe." And sometimes that means saving Danta from himself. Sometimes a few seconds of horror are worth it, when the alternative is a knife in the ribs.
"You have permission, here and whenever you might need it in future," he tells him gently, punctuating the remark with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I want you to do whatever you need to, if it keeps the both of us safe." And sometimes that means saving Danta from himself. Sometimes a few seconds of horror are worth it, when the alternative is a knife in the ribs.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
