// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
"All this preparing, we're starting to sound like we're not children of Dygra at all," Danta jokes, smiling a kiss into Asta's dark hair before his fingers continue their fuss, trickling down the back of his neck on occasion to kiss his skin with the flames. "You're right, though. It'll just be part of life by next year. Means we can spent less time rolling with the punches and more time doing the punching."
Scoffing at his own bad joke, he can almost feel the exhaustion in Asta's smile against his shoulder, Danta shifting a little in his lap to get comfortable and to tug the blanket around them both. "Sleep, if you're still tired," he tells him gently. "I'm not going anywhere." Especially not with the cold dark having fallen outside. "And I'll be sure to wake you if any exciting letters get pushed under the door."
Scoffing at his own bad joke, he can almost feel the exhaustion in Asta's smile against his shoulder, Danta shifting a little in his lap to get comfortable and to tug the blanket around them both. "Sleep, if you're still tired," he tells him gently. "I'm not going anywhere." Especially not with the cold dark having fallen outside. "And I'll be sure to wake you if any exciting letters get pushed under the door."
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
