// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
Asta executes his escape to perfection, because Danta is absolutely none the wiser as he slips out of bed and starts his day without the Maverick. He isn't exhausted this season, but given how intense Leafchange had been, he's been more than happy to go along with Asta's nap schedule and preference to laze around until noon and beyond. So when the butcher returns, it will be to find his lover still sound asleep, having rolled over to clutch at a pillow since the other man was unavailable, curled around it with his nose buried in the plush fabric and his tail flicking gently at the tip.
The scent of coffee breaks through slowly but surely, and his sleep blank expression twitches briefly towards a frown before long fingers are caressing his cheek, Danta turning his head instinctively towards the affection at this point. It's still a long sigh and a further flick of his tail before his eyes peep open, hazed with sleep and only vaguely aware of what they're seeing, settling little by little on Asta.
"Mm... morning," he rumbles, hiding a yawn in the pillow and lifting a hand to rub at his eyes. "...Foxes?" His fingers brush against the fabric of Asta's sweater as he drops his hand again.
The scent of coffee breaks through slowly but surely, and his sleep blank expression twitches briefly towards a frown before long fingers are caressing his cheek, Danta turning his head instinctively towards the affection at this point. It's still a long sigh and a further flick of his tail before his eyes peep open, hazed with sleep and only vaguely aware of what they're seeing, settling little by little on Asta.
"Mm... morning," he rumbles, hiding a yawn in the pillow and lifting a hand to rub at his eyes. "...Foxes?" His fingers brush against the fabric of Asta's sweater as he drops his hand again.
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
