// there's shadows on the walls //
"For what?" Danta asks with a shrug, having drawn the other man back and against his chest, curling around him as best he's able. "You didn't do anything wrong." Far from it - for all intents and purposes Asta has just been fighting for his life, whether or not it was just a nightmare.
"Let me know if there's anything I can get you." More booze might be both tempting and also a terrible idea, but Danta is sure he has some dreamdust lying around should the other man want to knock himself the fuck out for a period of time. And if not, he's clearly not going anywhere until Asta decides they are good and ready.
Reaching out to snag one of the butcher's hands, Danta noses into his dark hair and lets out a quiet sigh. "Listen to the fire, to the Last Whisper outside," he murmurs, squeezing his fingers. "It's quiet. Nothing out there." No gore crows, anyway.
"Let me know if there's anything I can get you." More booze might be both tempting and also a terrible idea, but Danta is sure he has some dreamdust lying around should the other man want to knock himself the fuck out for a period of time. And if not, he's clearly not going anywhere until Asta decides they are good and ready.
Reaching out to snag one of the butcher's hands, Danta noses into his dark hair and lets out a quiet sigh. "Listen to the fire, to the Last Whisper outside," he murmurs, squeezing his fingers. "It's quiet. Nothing out there." No gore crows, anyway.
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
