all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach
"I was hoping you would say that," Danta confesses with a tired smile, head tipping down against the butcher's skilled fingers at the back of his neck. If Asta keeps this up the Maverick is liable to fall asleep right where he stands, so it's a saving grace, almost, that he catches hold of his hand in the end. "Not as good as being upstairs is about to be for me," he objects, bringing Asta's hand to his lips to kiss his knuckles and following at his pace as he approaches the door upstairs.
"You think Flora and Wildering House are going to keep you out of trouble?" He tilts his head at that, not bothering to hide the smile that spreads across his face. "That would be nice, though," he agrees. "I'm not even sure where I would go. I do have a meeting in King's End - your favourite, I know - but that's for Theocrat stuff."
Stepping up beside Asta, Danta slips himself beneath the butcher's good arm to lend him his weight to get to the top of the stairs, taking it as slow or as screamingly quick as the other man's pace allows. "How are you doing?" he asks softly as they approach the door to their room - a door he wastes no time in unlocking.
"You think Flora and Wildering House are going to keep you out of trouble?" He tilts his head at that, not bothering to hide the smile that spreads across his face. "That would be nice, though," he agrees. "I'm not even sure where I would go. I do have a meeting in King's End - your favourite, I know - but that's for Theocrat stuff."
Stepping up beside Asta, Danta slips himself beneath the butcher's good arm to lend him his weight to get to the top of the stairs, taking it as slow or as screamingly quick as the other man's pace allows. "How are you doing?" he asks softly as they approach the door to their room - a door he wastes no time in unlocking.
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.
