// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
"Mm, it won't kill them to still believe you'll snap at their heels for putting a foot out of line," Danta agrees with a warm laugh that's soon stifled by the warm, sweet brush of Asta's lips, the Maverick relaxing into the kiss such that the sound of the knock and the letter being pushed under the door is enough to have him jump a little. Parting from the butcher and blinking over his shoulder to glare at the missive, Danta scrunches his nose and burrows himself further against Asta.
"Maybe not quite until tomorrow, but it can certainly wait until later," he decides, drawing the blankets tighter around them and nosing obnoxiously into the side of the other man's neck. "Unless your shadow is high enough to brush it helpfully over here, anyway. And even then I don't know if I'll open it unless it's from someone I care about."
Which is a very elite list of people, thank you.
"Maybe not quite until tomorrow, but it can certainly wait until later," he decides, drawing the blankets tighter around them and nosing obnoxiously into the side of the other man's neck. "Unless your shadow is high enough to brush it helpfully over here, anyway. And even then I don't know if I'll open it unless it's from someone I care about."
Which is a very elite list of people, thank you.
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
