// there's shadows on the walls //
"Good," Danta mutters, one arm winding around Asta's shoulders and the other teasing through the back of his hair. "I like having you here. So do the rest of the staff." Because of course the Maverick can't just have it be himself. Regardless, as the other man embraces him in return and even apologises - not something Danta expects or is looking for - he feels himself relax a fraction.
"I know these still bother you sometimes," he mutters, running his fingers along the butcher's silk-clad shoulders where he knows deep and poorly healed scars sit against his skin. "And we both have our share of nightmares about The Climb. The idea of something showing up that could contribute to all of that..." He wrinkles his nose.
"It could have only been a worse joke if she'd been your companion."
"I know these still bother you sometimes," he mutters, running his fingers along the butcher's silk-clad shoulders where he knows deep and poorly healed scars sit against his skin. "And we both have our share of nightmares about The Climb. The idea of something showing up that could contribute to all of that..." He wrinkles his nose.
"It could have only been a worse joke if she'd been your companion."
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
