storm's comin', I can see the clouds
Maybe he'll feel like he's gotten better later - probably about the time he's more sober and feeling better in general - but for now all Danta can do is offer a morose little nod, letting the heat from the fire start to leech away the cold from his pallid skin. He's still fidgeting with one of the rings on his fingers when he feels Asta's weight sink onto the bed, the Maverick glancing up in time to see the other man draw back the blankets, and the spike of relief that shatters through him is almost enough to make his eyes sting.
Pulling up his glamour with a small shiver of effort, he crawls right into the butcher's arms the second he's reaching for him, burying his face in his scarred chest. "Thank you," he whispers, letting Asta adjust the pillows and blankets and the two of them until he's satisfied. For Danta it doesn't matter so long as the other man is there, his arms winding around his lover and real warmth finally starting to sink into the core of him.
"This is good," he confirms, his lips leaving quiet kisses wherever they brush across the butcher's skin. "...What happened back at the festival?"
Pulling up his glamour with a small shiver of effort, he crawls right into the butcher's arms the second he's reaching for him, burying his face in his scarred chest. "Thank you," he whispers, letting Asta adjust the pillows and blankets and the two of them until he's satisfied. For Danta it doesn't matter so long as the other man is there, his arms winding around his lover and real warmth finally starting to sink into the core of him.
"This is good," he confirms, his lips leaving quiet kisses wherever they brush across the butcher's skin. "...What happened back at the festival?"
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
