[PQ+] how hard can it be?

now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence

“Please,” what a rare thing to come from the Maverick’s lips. And if he were more aware of his surroundings and not his insides trying to fall out or burst or anything, he might have thought about it longer than the split second acknowledgement it gets, because Danta’s arm is around him, helping him up, his body trembling and shaking and hisses escaping from between clenched sharp teeth.

And suddenly, amongst the whole lot of fuckery going on, an angel appears, sparking immediately confusion and a near attempt at dragging Danta down with him in the way he nearly tries to shrink away from the starlight in a moment of panic, breath hitching as a wheeze leaves him that breaks into a sigh as Safrin’s voice meets his ears in such a lovely, soothing tone, that he’s fucking dumbfounded.

Wounds knit back together and he feels better than he had before, like any prior soreness to his bones were nonexistent in the face of Safrin. And fuck, if that isn’t confusing on its own. “Thank you,” his voice is a touch softer, aimed toward Safrin and Flora as he gets his balance back, and with an arm far stronger than it had been, it squeezes around Danta’s middle as more of that void nastiness threatens to continue to fuck them up, his free hand reaching for Flora’s.

“We should — We need to go.” Confusion continues to fog his mind, but at least physically he knows to get out of here. They can talk later to clarify things. And with that in mind, with his renewed and fully healed body, he starts to move.

Astaroth

beg me for forgiveness

// divide me down to the smallest I can be //

Expecting Flora to pull a healing item out of her pocket rather than an actual fucking goddess, Danta is already flinching away at the sight of Safrin. Hopefully she doesn't take offence - it's not disgust, but awe in the proper definition of the word, and he's halfway dragged down by the time she does fucking something and the man beside him is suddenly whole and strong again. The angelic lights fade, the void spores in the air are choking them to death, and they absolutely should go.

Unable to do or say much other than to get his feet moving, the root-made pathways are already starting to disintegrate with the wicker woman's death, and the treeline becomes visible only a few minutes after they begin to carve their way out of the Brambles. Soon enough the trio are thrust out of the woods and back into the sweet grasses and fragrant fields, the Flowerbirth sun overhead feeling almost absurd, at least to Danta.

"That was crazy," he says, to no one in particular, before glancing at Flora and scoffing out an almost disbelieving laugh. "That was fucking crazy." Reaching for the Doubletake, Danta's thank you comes in the form of a kiss full on her mouth, before the Maverick is backing up to gaze wonderingly at the trees as if they might come to life with the void.

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Lol, we did... it...? We did it!

Feel free to write a finishing post (and slap a FIN on it if you're last, thank youuu!)

Dantalion

// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //

Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house

The only one not to shrink away from Safrin's appearance, the queen blows the herald a kiss as she departs, before looking down at Asta with a bright grin. Winking in acceptance of his thanks before reaching for his hand.

Bursting out of the forest and looking like they belonged in the Wizard of Oz, Flora glances to Asta to make sure he was still whole and healed (Safrin was known for pulling shit sometimes, okay?), before she too is laughing at the absurdity of it. Out of the two men she expected to kiss her out of appreciation, she certainly wouldn't have thought it was the Maverick. "Danta," the queen hisses, slapping his arm playfully before she's reaching for both men and demanding even more distance be put between the three of them and the spooky ass woods.


~FINNNNNN <3

flora

I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back

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