you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself
"No?" Danta echoes, quietly scandalised, but as Asta sinks slowly down atop him, he knows better than to challenge the other man too much lest he end up waking himself back up. Instead, quietly laughing to himself as he feels more than he sees the butcher succumb to the clever work of his fingers, the Maverick lets out a soft sigh. "My mistake," he laments, threading careful fingers back through Asta's hair. "I guess you really are impossible to unwind."
And with that, feeling very, very smug, Danta lets his lover sleep.
By the time Asta stirs, whenever that might happen to be, the rain has stopped and the sun has dipped low in the sky; it's the sort of weather that might have brought a nasty chill in the air with it, but Danta has already stoked braziers and lit lanterns and insulated their tent from such things. So Asta will be greeted by the colourful interior of the tent set aglow by an abundance of flames, his hair braided out of his face and his head supported by a plush fur.
As for Danta? Well, he's been waiting for the other man to awaken for some time now. Having reversed their positions somewhat, Asta will find the Maverick comfortably astride him, draped in a blanket and fiddling with the clasp of a small box in his hands to pass the time.
And with that, feeling very, very smug, Danta lets his lover sleep.
By the time Asta stirs, whenever that might happen to be, the rain has stopped and the sun has dipped low in the sky; it's the sort of weather that might have brought a nasty chill in the air with it, but Danta has already stoked braziers and lit lanterns and insulated their tent from such things. So Asta will be greeted by the colourful interior of the tent set aglow by an abundance of flames, his hair braided out of his face and his head supported by a plush fur.
As for Danta? Well, he's been waiting for the other man to awaken for some time now. Having reversed their positions somewhat, Asta will find the Maverick comfortably astride him, draped in a blanket and fiddling with the clasp of a small box in his hands to pass the time.
Dantalion
I'll break it to you easy, this is hell
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
