you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself
Huffing out a soft laugh to feel his perch suddenly start to move and stretch, Danta rests a gentle palm against Asta's chest to brace himself, shifting just enough to give him room to arch and then relax. His gaze flicks away from the box in his free hand, able to catch the honey dark sweetness of his lover's gaze, still sleep addled and (if he does say so himself) utterly content in the spill of furs and blankets.
His lips part to form a good evening only for Asta to beat him to it, and the surprise of the compliment - soft and sincere in a way only his lover can manage - has colour immediately rising to Danta's cheeks. Resisting the urge to swat at the butcher for his sincerity, the Maverick instead softly clears his throat and returns both hands to the box he's cradling. "You flatter me," he purrs. "Shamelessly so."
Danta smiles nevertheless, though, turning the box and flicking open the clasp. "Hey," he says quietly. "Wanna marry me?"
It's only fair that he asks, since Asta had done, and as Danta eases open the box it's to reveal the gleam of white gold. The band of the ring arcs elegantly down into a V at the centre, then branches back up into a pair of stag's antlers. Between them sits a shard of diamond, rainbow-hued and imperfect, and if anyone would be able to recognise a chip from one one of the Maverick's own horns, he thinks it'll be Asta.
His lips part to form a good evening only for Asta to beat him to it, and the surprise of the compliment - soft and sincere in a way only his lover can manage - has colour immediately rising to Danta's cheeks. Resisting the urge to swat at the butcher for his sincerity, the Maverick instead softly clears his throat and returns both hands to the box he's cradling. "You flatter me," he purrs. "Shamelessly so."
Danta smiles nevertheless, though, turning the box and flicking open the clasp. "Hey," he says quietly. "Wanna marry me?"
It's only fair that he asks, since Asta had done, and as Danta eases open the box it's to reveal the gleam of white gold. The band of the ring arcs elegantly down into a V at the centre, then branches back up into a pair of stag's antlers. Between them sits a shard of diamond, rainbow-hued and imperfect, and if anyone would be able to recognise a chip from one one of the Maverick's own horns, he thinks it'll be Asta.
Dantalion
I'll break it to you easy, this is hell
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
