she came with confessions of cardinal sin

Dantalion

innocence died screaming
honey, ask me, I should know

Danta's brow furrows at that, the Maverick's expression growing a touch solemn, and he hums his soft agreement. "Mm, I suppose I was," he murmurs. Apart from in those small hours where he could be sated and find himself in the company of whatever warm touch would have him for the evening. It's little wonder he finds himself the man he is, and he'd consider as much if he ever gave himself time to reflect (rather than brood, like he's starting to do now).

With a quick inhale, as if he's caught himself without a mask on, Danta sits himself up again and rolls his shoulders, despite how he's also starting to feel that familiar numbness against the tips of his fingers and his nose as the two cups of wine in quick succession make themselves known. "Lucky for you, the bar is right there," he points out, vaguely gesturing towards Asta's closed door and finally rolling himself to his feet.

"Anyway. Don't let me keep you from your chemicals any longer."

I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door

Table base by Skylark