[SE] hearthlight

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

"Yeah?" Danta's laughter is soft but no less amused for it, and he quickly prepares their tea and sets it down on the hearthstone before returning to Asta. "You do seem pretty out of it," he agrees, hands coming up to carefully disentangle dark hair from darker horns, leaving the butcher ruffled, still, but a bit less dragged backwards through a hedge.

Shrugging airily, he leans in to nose against the scruff of Asta's cheek. "If you want to take the next month off, I'd say you'd earned it," he admits with a smirk. "Me, though? Honestly, tired. But it feels lazy to say that given how you're doing." Grinning against his jaw, Danta finally steps back a bit from Asta once again. "Go sit in front of the fire where I've put our tea?" he suggests. "I've got an idea."

Padding away again, he ducks into their den for a few moments before emerging, eventually, with his arms full of plush pillows, a large, thick fur, and a few other blankets, still warm from their nap. Bundling them over to the hearth, he carefully arranges them before the fire so they might sit (or lay, or nap) as they please and enjoy the rich warmth - and the tea on tap. "How is this?"

Dantalion

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