[SE] hearthlight

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

Nodding at the affirmative the other man has given him, Danta prepares two mugs of black tea with cinnamon and nutmeg (and honey for Asta, of course) and sets them out ready before he's padding across the room to squint around a corner of one of the drapes at the world of white outside. Scrunching his nose instantly and letting the curtain drop again, the fire in the hearth intensifies and their candles and lanterns immediately blink to life, as if to alter the ambience from chill and cool to warm and inviting.

Hiding another yawn against the back of his hand - but still seeming positively perky compared to the butcher - he notices Asta shuffle out from the den a moment later, Danta scoffing a quiet laugh and crossing the room to him. "Good morning," he murmurs, opening his arms to wrap himself and his blanket around the other man. "How are you feeling?"

Code for: still murdery and possessive?

Whatever the response, it's with a grumble of his own that Danta reluctantly peels himself away with the whistling of the kettle, the Maverick going to crouch at the hearth to prepare their tea. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to struggle to get anything done today."

Dantalion

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