southern comfort's comforting, isn't it?

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

"Mm, we do," Danta agrees quietly, tilting his head to indulge in the skilled fingers that sweep through his hair and moving without protest as Asta manoeuvres him under the stream of water. It doesn't take long for the red to run pink through his hair before finally washing clear, and there are only a few stubborn streaks of blood left on his body besides, too.

Scoffing to catch the wink Asta shoots his way, Danta flashes him a grin without fangs and turns his head to sneakily catch the kiss aimed to his cheek against his lips. "We'll both work on it," he agrees, letting the butcher's hands skim along his shoulders and back before he finally turns in his arms to face him properly.

"For now though, let's finish getting clean so I can get drunk again? I'm feeling as though I'm missing out on the party." So saying, his hands reach up to gently clean the blood away from Asta's neck and chest, carefully lingering on the deeper scars so as not to handle him too roughly.

Dantalion

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