all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach
Danta writes slow, soft apologies with his lips against the side of the butcher's throat; he knows the price of affection in this moment is exquisitely painful for the other man, but he's not strong enough to step away from him. He hasn't been for a long while now. "That would have been nice, yeah," he says with a quiet breath of laughter between kisses, slowly loosening his grip on Asta to hold him more gently, like something delicate or precious beneath his hands.
"I never want to be rid of you," he tells him, quiet but earnest, smiling another kiss against the underside of his jaw and leaning shamelessly into the warm hand that strokes through his hair. "So if you're planning to stay down here today, let me know and I'll tell everyone including the workers to take a paid day off. But if you think you can manage to get upstairs, we can go right now."
Peering up at Asta with weariness stitched into his expression, even the smile, Danta lets out a long, deep sigh. "You know, maybe it would be worth organising that trip away..."
"I never want to be rid of you," he tells him, quiet but earnest, smiling another kiss against the underside of his jaw and leaning shamelessly into the warm hand that strokes through his hair. "So if you're planning to stay down here today, let me know and I'll tell everyone including the workers to take a paid day off. But if you think you can manage to get upstairs, we can go right now."
Peering up at Asta with weariness stitched into his expression, even the smile, Danta lets out a long, deep sigh. "You know, maybe it would be worth organising that trip away..."
Dantalion
don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
