in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Leaning casually against the other Ancient in turn, it's another few moments before Danta can blink away the sight of the man they'd eviscerated and turn his head properly away, letting out a long breath he doesn't realise he's been holding. Nosing against Asta's cheek, he willingly accepts the other man's arm to totter to his feet, clothes soaked and ruined with blood, the cold already starting to nip once more at the heavy, wet fabric.
Stepping into the warmth offered by the butcher's arms like a moth to a flame, Danta's usual responses fight for purchase on his tongue. I'll walk, or I'm fine, or Don't worry about it. What he says, though, is, "If you don't mind." Suddenly exhausted by the kill, the meal, and everything it both did and didn't do for his psyche, the Maverick lets his chin rest against Asta's shoulder.
"The fewer footprints the better," he adds, as if that shred of logic makes an excuse for something he wants.
Stepping into the warmth offered by the butcher's arms like a moth to a flame, Danta's usual responses fight for purchase on his tongue. I'll walk, or I'm fine, or Don't worry about it. What he says, though, is, "If you don't mind." Suddenly exhausted by the kill, the meal, and everything it both did and didn't do for his psyche, the Maverick lets his chin rest against Asta's shoulder.
"The fewer footprints the better," he adds, as if that shred of logic makes an excuse for something he wants.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
