seven sins, don't let them in

all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach

"Delightful," Danta purrs, leaning into Asta's touch and letting his hands drop to rest on the other man's shoulders as he waits to see his review of their healing wine. His nose scrunches inevitably, though, to hear about the ram shift, the Maverick carefully tucking Asta's hair back behind his ears and his horns so it doesn't get stained with more blood than necessary. "Well, you certainly learned your lesson, didn't you?" he murmurs, watching with quiet amazement as the other man's injuries start to melt away.

"It certainly is," he agrees, though evidently they're talking about two entirely different things, Danta smiling and toppling forward willingly against Asta's waiting lips. Fire flares to life between his fingers, the Maverick cupping his jaw and brushing a fiery thumb across his cheek, waiting until they part before he burns away the lingering blood on his face.

"My pleasure," he chimes, kissing the butcher a second time before straightening up and looping his arms around him to draw him closer, as if to thaw the lingering cold from his bones. "How is your leg now?" he asks, knowing by the way Asta had been leaning against his cane that it was less superficial than the injuries to his face.

Dantalion

don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash