storm's comin', I can see the clouds
"Good," Danta says with a smile made hazy by the intensity of the heat searing through his bones, drawn flush against Asta's side without complaint. Surprised to find his mouth caught in a kiss a second time - but by no means upset about it - the longer they sit up here in this ghoulish little suite with nothing but the fire and the patter of rain outside, the more the Maverick feels like he's getting a handle back on himself.
Smiling helplessly in the wake of Asta's lips, he surrenders his hand all too willingly; the butcher will hopefully be pleased to note that Danta's fingers are without even a hint of grey now, squeezing around his own as they're inspected. "Very much so," he assures him, and if and when Asta releases his hand, he'll slip it around the other man's waist.
"Thank you for looking for me," he says softly, after a few minutes of the wood cracking and popping in the grate behind them. "I probably would have been out there until I was a statue otherwise."
Smiling helplessly in the wake of Asta's lips, he surrenders his hand all too willingly; the butcher will hopefully be pleased to note that Danta's fingers are without even a hint of grey now, squeezing around his own as they're inspected. "Very much so," he assures him, and if and when Asta releases his hand, he'll slip it around the other man's waist.
"Thank you for looking for me," he says softly, after a few minutes of the wood cracking and popping in the grate behind them. "I probably would have been out there until I was a statue otherwise."
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
