// there's shadows on the walls //
"Tell me what you need, and I'll help," Danta says, before words like thank the gods or I'm glad can make it past his lips. Glancing down at Asta as he feels the other man look up at him, there's still a great deal of guilt in the Maverick's expression that he's not accustomed to feeling. Swallowing hard, it's almost a relief when Asta buries his head again, though it does mean Danta believes he's misheard the other man's final comment, at first.
"You what?" He blinks, his fingers stilling in Asta's dark hair. "It's perfectly fine if you don't," he says, imagining this to be some hurried attempt to make amends after their fight. "She'll only be inside in my rooms anyway - otherwise she'll be out on the window sills, or the awning above the door."
And then, because there's a lot of she going around, Danta rolls his eyes. "Moira," he adds. "That's her name."
"You what?" He blinks, his fingers stilling in Asta's dark hair. "It's perfectly fine if you don't," he says, imagining this to be some hurried attempt to make amends after their fight. "She'll only be inside in my rooms anyway - otherwise she'll be out on the window sills, or the awning above the door."
And then, because there's a lot of she going around, Danta rolls his eyes. "Moira," he adds. "That's her name."
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
