storm's comin', I can see the clouds
Smiling at the pride he can practically feel puffing up in Asta's chest in response to his compliment, Danta tilts his head into the fuss along the side of his neck and shoulder, stretching an arm across the butcher's waist and relaxing bonelessly against him. He's forever surprised at how something this simple can make him feel so safe, easing the knots of anxiety that have been coiled tight in his chest all evening.
"Mm, a separate place like where?" he wonders, curiosity lacing his tone and his head lifting just enough to accept the kiss to his forehead like a feline magnanimously allowing affection. "Also, that would assume that either of us are clever enough to think to go there when the other person doesn't come home on time, or some other crisis." And he frowns at that, hating the idea of Asta staggering to their chosen meeting place after a journey like the one he'd taken from the Greatwood, only for Danta to not be there.
"No," he decides softly. "No, we keep to the Dusklight. Maybe we just try to have a lot of good things there for a while, mm?"
"Mm, a separate place like where?" he wonders, curiosity lacing his tone and his head lifting just enough to accept the kiss to his forehead like a feline magnanimously allowing affection. "Also, that would assume that either of us are clever enough to think to go there when the other person doesn't come home on time, or some other crisis." And he frowns at that, hating the idea of Asta staggering to their chosen meeting place after a journey like the one he'd taken from the Greatwood, only for Danta to not be there.
"No," he decides softly. "No, we keep to the Dusklight. Maybe we just try to have a lot of good things there for a while, mm?"
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
