I wanna run against the world that's turning
Asta's fingers are like lines of fire down the length of his spine, and Danta hums something incoherent but indulgently pleased as he arches his back and presses himself further against the butcher's body. All but straddling his lap and feeling needy and unapologetic about it, the Maverick exhales in a deep, satisfied sigh and loops his arms more tightly around the other man.
"Good morning," he replies, voice muffled by the crook of Asta's neck, his fingers teasing further into the dark silk of his hair where he knows he likes to be touched best. "I slept like the dead, it was great," he continues, turning his head just enough to be able to speak properly, though his eyes have long slipped shut again. "I love Torchline, but waking up to the sea made me feel like I was missing out on the day," he admits.
Here in the quiet, cozy dark of their den, the only day to have is right here, and if they are needed at all, the Dusklight knows where to find them.
"How about you?" He yawns.
"Good morning," he replies, voice muffled by the crook of Asta's neck, his fingers teasing further into the dark silk of his hair where he knows he likes to be touched best. "I slept like the dead, it was great," he continues, turning his head just enough to be able to speak properly, though his eyes have long slipped shut again. "I love Torchline, but waking up to the sea made me feel like I was missing out on the day," he admits.
Here in the quiet, cozy dark of their den, the only day to have is right here, and if they are needed at all, the Dusklight knows where to find them.
"How about you?" He yawns.
Dantalion
I'd move so fast that I'd outpace the dawn, I wanna be gone
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
