southern comfort's comforting, isn't it?

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

"Not that I ever feel as though we need to test that sentiment, but... nice to know how much you care for me I guess," Danta mumbles with a crooked little smile, leaning up to gently kiss Asta's forehead. "Mm, a shower does sound good," he agrees, his free hand coming up to brush the butcher's dark hair out of his face and back behind his horns. Another soft kiss and he draws back a bit, blinking in surprise to see the sudden vulnerability in the other man's face.

"Of course it's alright," he says, lingering for a couple of seconds more before carefully getting himself upright. A huff of barely audible laughter leaves him as he's forced to bear his own weight - a combination of blood loss and the very thorough job Asta has done makes it much more difficult than expected. "You might be holding me far before the shower at this rate," he jokes, carefully meandering across the room to their en suite and ignoring the bloody footprints he leaves against the floorboards.

It's thankfully very little effort to turn on the shower, steam soon rolling through the air and caressing Danta's skin, but he waits for the butcher before stepping beneath the hot jet of water.

Dantalion

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