you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Danta absolutely takes advantage of the open waistcoat to sneak his fingers beneath Asta's shirt, relaxing into the heat that rolls out from his bare skin and turning more fully into it. As the other man continues to fuss over his hair and his horns - something he suffers all the more willingly these days - the Maverick manages to curl an arm around his lover in turn, stroking idle affection against olive skin and pale scars both. "It's settled, then," he purrs, nosing against the side of Asta's neck and exhaling a content breath against his throat.
"Mm, I don't think any wicker women would dare, not out here this close to the Mathair," he says, his voice muffled but no less confident in their safety. Then again, he might also just be too comfortable and happy with their arrangement to be too bothered with the Greatwood's more nefarious flora and fauna. "And if they do, I'm sure we'd wake up before anything terrible happened." You know. Probably.
Shifting a little more until he's bonelessly draped against the butcher, Danta mumbles a goodnight to Asta despite it being the middle of the afternoon, and falls quiet to nap.
"Mm, I don't think any wicker women would dare, not out here this close to the Mathair," he says, his voice muffled but no less confident in their safety. Then again, he might also just be too comfortable and happy with their arrangement to be too bothered with the Greatwood's more nefarious flora and fauna. "And if they do, I'm sure we'd wake up before anything terrible happened." You know. Probably.
Shifting a little more until he's bonelessly draped against the butcher, Danta mumbles a goodnight to Asta despite it being the middle of the afternoon, and falls quiet to nap.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
