[SE] its denser now than ever

you're livin' for the rush, for that royal flush, but you take what you can get

"Oh, I see," Danta drawls, grinning and succumbing to this moment of rest in the wake of blood and chaos, even if it's amid the sort of downpour that would normally have them hissing and running for cover. Right now, though, Danta is as settled as it gets, glancing down at Asta as he peeks up towards him, his hand dropping from his horns to stroke along the side of his face.

"Mm, lucky is a stretch when it comes to me," he quips, though there's nothing but quiet affection and gratitude hidden in the words. "You're stuck with me now though, sugar, so get used to it." His fingers feather through the butcher's damp hair now, as if to let the rain start to wash away some of the blood while he fusses, and given that their combined body heat will stave away the chill, he's surprisingly content to lay like this for as long as Asta likes.

Glancing up at a flash of lightning followed by a close, quick boom of thunder, he can't help the grin that spreads across his face. "You know," he mutters, his voice a little louder as the rain intensifies, "it's almost like the sky waited for us to have our fun before doing this."

Dantalion

you play your final ace for a pretty face, tastes like scotch and cigarettes