bite your tongue and choke yourself to sleep

you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god

"Ah, I'll live," Danta is saying as Asta returns to the subdued, if not slowly returning clamour of the Dusklight. Whilst the other man has gone on his hunt, someone has kindly come to help remove the fucking ice pick from his shoulder, and he's just finishing slapping a dressing over it, having abandoned his waistcoat entirely so he can undo his shirt and see to the injury.

"What about you?" he asks, blue eyes flicking up to glance over the other man. "All good, apart from..." Gesturing with his good arm at the state of the suit, he lifts his chin at the matching wound he suddenly spots. "Snap," he mutters. "Come on. I think you've earned a real drink after that."

Dantalion