you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
You don't know that, Danta wants to say, but as Asta's arms wind around him to hold him tight, he shamelessly relaxes into the comfort of it. Asta believes it and Danta wants to believe it, and so that practically makes it true already, right? "Okay," he mumbles into the crook of his neck, offering a quiet nod that feels a lot more certain than he does. Still, the butcher does make a good point - he had pushed him very much to the limit only last season. In comparison, this ought to be simple. Easy, even.
Well, fuck.
"As long as you've got me," he protests nevertheless, mouth kicking up in a small smile that grows warmer at the sudden flurry of kisses pressed to his hair. "Ugh, you're the worst," he complains affectionately, nestling closer and fumbling out for one of the furs to drag it over the pair of them, as if declaring that he's quite finished with such deep conversations.
Well, fuck.
"As long as you've got me," he protests nevertheless, mouth kicking up in a small smile that grows warmer at the sudden flurry of kisses pressed to his hair. "Ugh, you're the worst," he complains affectionately, nestling closer and fumbling out for one of the furs to drag it over the pair of them, as if declaring that he's quite finished with such deep conversations.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
