[SE] 'til you get to the bottomland

you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself

Danta goes willingly, unable to wipe the smile off his face as Asta draws him in, eyes slipping shut for a moment as their foreheads touch. "I was hoping you'd say so. It'd be a little weird if I was just marrying you," he says, shifting back enough to let the butcher get a proper look at the ring. "I was originally going to put it in an origami flower," he explains - over-explains, if he's honest, as if to give himself something to do while Asta appraises it, "but it wouldn't sit right."

Then the other man's brows flinch together and the Maverick is already glancing bashfully away as he feels that dark gaze move from his face to the glimmering diamond crowning his head. Still, Danta doesn't stop him, leaning into his hand so Asta can feel the small chip in his right horn. Barely there, but enough to notice if you know what you're looking for. "What's a little piece of me missing if it means you can carry it around with you?" he says with a small shrug, discarding the box as the butcher slips the ring on his finger.

Leaning in to kiss Asta's forehead, Danta lets the silence sit comfortably between them after that; he remembers well the way time had slowed into treacle in their room at Wildering House. Eventually, though, he does manage a smirk. "...I hope that means you like it?"

Dantalion

I'll break it to you easy, this is hell