// there's shadows on the walls //
For all that there’s no doubt that they do know each other well, with this aspect of their relationship still so new, Danta hopes Asta will be able to forgive him for not noticing the lie in his words. For now, warm and comfortable and exactly where he wants to be, the Maverick can only smile and melt into the kiss the other man chases from his lips. As for sleep, Danta nods and noses against the line of the butcher’s jaw before settling completely, his arms winding around him.
”As it’s nearly dawn, that sounds like a good idea,” he agrees, stroking gentle fingers down the length of his back and considering, for a moment, shifting to nudge Asta over, before deciding that he trusts himself to awaken before the other man gets snappy in his nightmares. If there are nightmares at all, which he prays there won’t be. (He’ll be wrong, but he can always hope).
”Goodnight, Asta,” he mumbles against his skin, eyes slipping shut. It takes only moments for Danta to be snatched away into the dark, a dead weight in the butcher’s arms.
~FIN
”As it’s nearly dawn, that sounds like a good idea,” he agrees, stroking gentle fingers down the length of his back and considering, for a moment, shifting to nudge Asta over, before deciding that he trusts himself to awaken before the other man gets snappy in his nightmares. If there are nightmares at all, which he prays there won’t be. (He’ll be wrong, but he can always hope).
”Goodnight, Asta,” he mumbles against his skin, eyes slipping shut. It takes only moments for Danta to be snatched away into the dark, a dead weight in the butcher’s arms.
~FIN
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
