southern comfort's comforting, isn't it?

all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach

"I do," Danta agrees, smirking at Asta as he raises the bone flower up towards his face as if he might smell it, despite it having no fragrance. "And I don't plan to stop any time soon, so you might as well get used to it." Squeezing his hand and wending a little closer to the butcher as the boardwalk melts into the warm sands, he's not nearly sober enough to be able to navigate the uneven beach without help, so hopefully Asta is feeling generous.

"Now you're just making it a competition," Danta accuses affectionately as the other man lays his own flattery on thick, not that he's complaining in the slightest. Gazing back down towards the flower, he raises his eyebrows with interest and holds it up to admire it further. "I'm surprised it was so quiet during dinner," he jokes, glancing up as the silhouette of Wildering House appears in the distance.

"Is it just me, or are we walking quite quickly?" He grins. Why ever might that be?

Dantalion

don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash