storm's comin', I can see the clouds
Tittering to himself and offering out the bite of cookie willingly enough, Danta soon finishes up his snack and his tea as if drinking it quickly might chase away the sleepiness. He's wrong, of course, especially with Asta shifting to let them relax back among the blankets and pillows, the Maverick shooting him a playful glare as if he's betrayed him by letting him get comfortable.
"The last thing I want is for you to get more bruises," he complains, settling with his head tucked into the crook of the butcher's neck. "You just about got over the last ones." Smirking, he slips an arm around the other man with the intention of watching the fire and continuing to chit-chat until the light changes outside enough to tell them the sun has risen.
And in Danta's mind, that's exactly what he's continued to do - right up until things take a dark turn.
In reality of course, he's dropped off to sleep within minutes of tucking himself against his lover, emotionally exhausted and still at least a little tipsy, such that he's dead to the world for quite some time. Not forever, though - within a couple of hours he's starting to shift fitfully in bed, expression flinching between fear and pain, his glamour unfurling to let his tail lash irritably across the bed.
"The last thing I want is for you to get more bruises," he complains, settling with his head tucked into the crook of the butcher's neck. "You just about got over the last ones." Smirking, he slips an arm around the other man with the intention of watching the fire and continuing to chit-chat until the light changes outside enough to tell them the sun has risen.
And in Danta's mind, that's exactly what he's continued to do - right up until things take a dark turn.
In reality of course, he's dropped off to sleep within minutes of tucking himself against his lover, emotionally exhausted and still at least a little tipsy, such that he's dead to the world for quite some time. Not forever, though - within a couple of hours he's starting to shift fitfully in bed, expression flinching between fear and pain, his glamour unfurling to let his tail lash irritably across the bed.
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
