don't need love when it comes in a bottle

storm's comin', I can see the clouds

Grinning and tilting his head to rest it against Asta's chest to hear the laughter that comes rumbling out of him, only as he rises properly to his feet does Danta shift enough to make himself easier to carry, tail curling around the other man's waist as if to anchor himself in place as they go. "We should stay here more often, make sure it gets enough revenue to stay open," he quips as he's settled back among the blankets, even if he's quite sure, actually, that the Talism-Inn somehow receives enough visitors to get by.

Waiting for Asta to join him in bed, only then does Danta crawl his way beneath one of the butcher's arms, melting against his side and nosing against the warm column of his throat. Letting out a long, content sigh, he almost expects their conversation to drift into the light murmur of nothingness until they're asleep, so to hear the trepidation in the other man's voice is a surprise to say the least.

Brows drawing together, Danta gazes up at her lover as he considers his response. "The memories," he says slowly, quietly, however good or bad that answer might be for Asta. "Monsters in the Backrooms, nightmares in our den, the smell of your blood all over the bar..." It's been a lot in a short space of time to say the least.

Dantalion

No runnin's gonna save you now