when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
Asta is lucky; his departure in the middle of the night had been in the midst of a very deep sleep for the Maverick, and so even though his absence had been noticed, it hadn't taken long for Danta to sprawl into place where the now-capital-B Butcher could usually be found. It's still screamingly early and freezing cold to boot, and so both the Dusklight and its proprietor are, for the most part, completely tucked away. Even for those who are awake, they don't have time to give Asta much more than a curious look before he's gone, whisking himself away to his rooms.
For his part, Danta utters a grumble of something both affectionate and threatening as his lover tries to dig through the blankets and furs to get to him. "You have to tell me that we get another hour in bed," he protests, warm hands sneaking out to try and clutch at whatever part of Asta he can get his hands on, keen to drag him into the cocoon of warmth in order to silence him for a few more minutes.
And sue him, it usually works, so you can't blame a guy for trying.
For his part, Danta utters a grumble of something both affectionate and threatening as his lover tries to dig through the blankets and furs to get to him. "You have to tell me that we get another hour in bed," he protests, warm hands sneaking out to try and clutch at whatever part of Asta he can get his hands on, keen to drag him into the cocoon of warmth in order to silence him for a few more minutes.
And sue him, it usually works, so you can't blame a guy for trying.
The Maverick
you soon find you have few choices, I learned the voices died with me
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
