// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
Danta doesn't expect to feel quite as relieved as he does, when he realises that Asta really is acting like his old self, even if a lot sleepier than usual. The Maverick smiles against his neck, fingers trickling up his chest to curl through his dark hair, his thumb brushing across his cheek. "You know, I didn't think you would," he purrs, before promptly falling silent and nuzzling in closer. It will be to the surprise of absolutely no one that Danta is out like a light in seconds, and he has no doubt that Asta won't be far behind.
There's no point asking how long they're out for this time; all Danta knows is that, at some point, he's shifted to lay down with the other man and has manoeuvred himself to curl around the butcher as if he's some kind of body pillow, head lolling against his chest. The fire has burned low, but the candlelights seem brighter around them (most likely because it's getting dark out), and the warmth is palpable in the air as he comes around.
Blinking himself awake with a soft smirk, he stretches in the nest of blankets before promptly curling himself back around his lover. "Fuck," he rumbles through a quiet laugh. "I think that was a lot more than a nap."
There's no point asking how long they're out for this time; all Danta knows is that, at some point, he's shifted to lay down with the other man and has manoeuvred himself to curl around the butcher as if he's some kind of body pillow, head lolling against his chest. The fire has burned low, but the candlelights seem brighter around them (most likely because it's getting dark out), and the warmth is palpable in the air as he comes around.
Blinking himself awake with a soft smirk, he stretches in the nest of blankets before promptly curling himself back around his lover. "Fuck," he rumbles through a quiet laugh. "I think that was a lot more than a nap."
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
