storm's comin', I can see the clouds
Danta's eyes are luckily already closed by the time the waitress returns, so he doesn't catch how relieved she is to see that he's not actively sporting the blood-drenched look throughout dinner. Instead he loses himself to the rich timbre of Asta's voice, the warm brush of the cloth against his face and neck and the way the world seems to thaw out around him. The soft hum of people is grounding in a way that the empty beach hadn't been, and when he opens his eyes at last he already looks a little more like himself.
"Well, I wasn't fishing for compliments, but I'll take the ones I've caught," he purrs, the side of his mouth kicking up in a smile, and he angles himself away a little so Asta can properly clean up his shoulder and side. "Thanks," he adds in a quieter voice - both for the stroke to his ego and for helping to make him look and feel better. While the Butcher works his magic, Danta reaches out for the wine to pour them each a generous measure, raising his glass when he's done to chime it against his lover's.
"To Torchline's healing water," he says, grinning.
"Well, I wasn't fishing for compliments, but I'll take the ones I've caught," he purrs, the side of his mouth kicking up in a smile, and he angles himself away a little so Asta can properly clean up his shoulder and side. "Thanks," he adds in a quieter voice - both for the stroke to his ego and for helping to make him look and feel better. While the Butcher works his magic, Danta reaches out for the wine to pour them each a generous measure, raising his glass when he's done to chime it against his lover's.
"To Torchline's healing water," he says, grinning.
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
