[SE] hearthlight

// too many war wounds and not enough wars //

Huffing a laugh against the crook of Asta's neck as he sluggishly moves just enough to let Danta know he's still sleeping rather than worryingly unconscious, the Maverick curls himself closer and tugs the blankets further over them, more than content to make himself into the butcher's hot water bottle while he catches up on some well deserved sleep. "Nothing important," he says softly. "Don't worry about it."

It works just as well for him, as it happens, Danta drawn into a nap with his back to the slice of snowlight pouring in though two sets of drapes from the bitingly cold world outside. He isn't sure how long he sleeps for, only that the heat generated between two Ancients is thoroughly delicious compared to the chill of the room.

Eventually, though, even their body heat and the blankets isn't quite enough to keep him molten toasty, and so Danta carefully extracts himself from Asta's arms to clamber out of their den. He leaves the curtains parted just on the off-chance that his lover has awoken, working on kindling the fire to something merry and crackling and setting the kettle over it to boil.

"Tea?" he asks through a yawn, snagging a thick blanket from the couch to wrap it around himself as he potters about.

Dantalion

// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //