storm's comin', I can see the clouds
Every warm touch is a reminder of the things he wasn't able to see through the shadows and fire and skeletal grins, Danta melting into the affection like a man starved for it. Usually not one to suffer needless fuss, tonight is clearly the exception to any and every rule he has for himself, the Maverick nuzzling closer as Asta starts to explain the madness at the festival.
Frowning and letting his own hands move in a slow, idle stroke along Asta's back, it's with a puzzled and frustrated little sigh that he can offer little more than a shrug. "The blood moon makes people do funny things," he says slowly, relishing in the heat building between them now, chasing the pallor from his skin and warming him through at last.
"I'm sorry that happened to you, though. I bet he'll think twice before even coming near you next time..." And that will be mildly entertaining, he's sure - tomorrow. Tonight Danta would prefer to keep this version of the butcher in the front of his mind.
Frowning and letting his own hands move in a slow, idle stroke along Asta's back, it's with a puzzled and frustrated little sigh that he can offer little more than a shrug. "The blood moon makes people do funny things," he says slowly, relishing in the heat building between them now, chasing the pallor from his skin and warming him through at last.
"I'm sorry that happened to you, though. I bet he'll think twice before even coming near you next time..." And that will be mildly entertaining, he's sure - tomorrow. Tonight Danta would prefer to keep this version of the butcher in the front of his mind.
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
