in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
It definitely feels like Danta has something to apologise for, the Maverick grumbling softly as he's steered back and towards the bed, only to find himself in Astaroth's lap. It's an intimate sort of moment that makes his gut curl uncomfortably, but the other man is a warm and solid presence, and he's loathe to leave it.
"I was," he says quietly, because there's no use in lying, is there? Asta was there for the whole thing. "Not just you, if it helps. A lot of people." Strangers, comrades, torturers - it had never mattered to Danta. Not until now, after sleeping for centuries, when he's been given free will, a region, and people who treat him like someone.
Wrinkling his nose at himself and sitting back enough to accept the glass of wine, the Maverick shoots it back like it's a shot of liquor and holds the glass out expectantly for another.
"You were just doing what you were told, same as me," he says. "At least we know now that apparently I have some unresolved anger issues, mm?"
"I was," he says quietly, because there's no use in lying, is there? Asta was there for the whole thing. "Not just you, if it helps. A lot of people." Strangers, comrades, torturers - it had never mattered to Danta. Not until now, after sleeping for centuries, when he's been given free will, a region, and people who treat him like someone.
Wrinkling his nose at himself and sitting back enough to accept the glass of wine, the Maverick shoots it back like it's a shot of liquor and holds the glass out expectantly for another.
"You were just doing what you were told, same as me," he says. "At least we know now that apparently I have some unresolved anger issues, mm?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
