don't you ever tame your demons
Happily manhandled back into the sheets, Danta relaxes bonelessly against the pillows and curls towards Asta as his voice, rough and quiet, hits the air. "Wrong?" he echoes with a slight tilt of his head, his blue eyes flicking across the other man’s body as if he might find the answers there, ultimately settling on the crown of dark antlers that extend out from his horns. As Asta explains as best he’s able, though, the Maverick’s expression softens.
"Is that all? Well, it’s easily solved if you keep me close," he reasons, shifting to properly entangle himself with the butcher. Hooking a bare leg around his waist and hips and pressing flush against Asta’s chest, Danta’s arms curl loosely around the other man as well until there’s hardly any place they aren’t touching. "Is this better?" he wonders, a smile in his voice, though the words are muffled against the side of Asta’s neck.
And then, more softly, "Maybe it’s just the change in season. Especially given everything that’s been happening," he says. "Either way, there’s nothing to feel sorry about. I’m hardly going to complain about being wanted by you."
"Is that all? Well, it’s easily solved if you keep me close," he reasons, shifting to properly entangle himself with the butcher. Hooking a bare leg around his waist and hips and pressing flush against Asta’s chest, Danta’s arms curl loosely around the other man as well until there’s hardly any place they aren’t touching. "Is this better?" he wonders, a smile in his voice, though the words are muffled against the side of Asta’s neck.
And then, more softly, "Maybe it’s just the change in season. Especially given everything that’s been happening," he says. "Either way, there’s nothing to feel sorry about. I’m hardly going to complain about being wanted by you."
Dantalion
but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
