all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach
Letting out a low whistle at that admission, Danta's expression is nevertheless quietly affectionate as he regards Asta. "You're still a baby, practically," he croons, catching him gently around the waist as he draws towards him. "Don't worry," he continues, playful as his fingers hook beneath the hem of his sweater, "I'll make sure I keep teaching you the ropes." He has just about enough time to wink to the other man before drawing the sweater over his head, checking it over for holes as well as bloodstains before setting it to the side.
"The auroras?" he echoes. "I think I saw them in your memory at the House of Midnight. Those bands of colour in the sky?" Danta's hands drop to the butcher's waist now, deftly unbuckling his belt and freeing it from the loops before unbuttoning his pants so he can kick them off. His own blood is also starting to sing with the whiskey, and he reaches almost automatically to fuss at Asta's ruffled hair.
"If we ever go and visit it again for real, you need to promise you won't want to move back there for good." He smirks.
"The auroras?" he echoes. "I think I saw them in your memory at the House of Midnight. Those bands of colour in the sky?" Danta's hands drop to the butcher's waist now, deftly unbuckling his belt and freeing it from the loops before unbuttoning his pants so he can kick them off. His own blood is also starting to sing with the whiskey, and he reaches almost automatically to fuss at Asta's ruffled hair.
"If we ever go and visit it again for real, you need to promise you won't want to move back there for good." He smirks.
Dantalion
don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
