[SE] love you 'til I rust

// you knew who I was //

"Mm?" It isn't often - if ever - that Asta tells him to leave anything in a pile, but as Danta pulls the shirt over his head he can understand the request, nodding and adding his own clothes to the pile without any further complaint. He's also chill and soaked and streaked with mud beneath his clothes, skin pallid in places where he's gotten too cold, though he's not in danger of turning to stone just yet.

Reaching up to ease the tie out of his hair with practice and patience, he's about to reach and offer to do the same for the butcher when he hears the quiet snap! of it, Danta biting back his smile. "I'm sensing a little bit of tension in you, sugar," he purrs, though his amusement fades somewhat as he catches a glance at the bruises standing out between the mud on the butcher's skin. "You did crash hard into that cliff, huh," he murmurs, recalling their draconic adventures earlier.

"Come on." Beckoning him towards the bathroom, his tail swishing at his heels, Danta doesn't waste any time in turning the shower on to let it warm up to scalding, the Maverick fussing around and tossing a few flavoured steamers in there for good measure. Fragrant steam soon starts to fill the air, filling the room with the scent of lavender and chamomile.

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //