don't you ever tame your demons
Wait, what? is what Danta would like to say, because whether or not Asta realises it, he’s definitely heard the words that grate from his chest and throat. Luckily for them both though, he’s busy with all that happens next, drawn back against the butcher’s chest and sinking back onto his knees as if to feel the thunder of his heartbeat as it vibrates through him. Breathing hard and reaching up with numb fingers to thread them loosely through Asta’s hair, Danta is aware only distantly that the scent of blood is mingling in with the smell of smoke and sex in the air, because it’s a lot less intense than usual.
"Hey, you okay?" he almost whispers, his voice rough with exertion and the lingering fog of sleep, framed by a weak smile. He’s far from complaining - when would the Maverick ever - but at the same time he’s no stranger to the curious little routine they’ve built or the fact that this is wildly out of character for the butcher.
"That was intense, even for us," he adds with a hoarse, indulgent little laugh, turning his head to drop a stream of kisses against Asta’s dark hair and his temple.
"Hey, you okay?" he almost whispers, his voice rough with exertion and the lingering fog of sleep, framed by a weak smile. He’s far from complaining - when would the Maverick ever - but at the same time he’s no stranger to the curious little routine they’ve built or the fact that this is wildly out of character for the butcher.
"That was intense, even for us," he adds with a hoarse, indulgent little laugh, turning his head to drop a stream of kisses against Asta’s dark hair and his temple.
Dantalion
but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
