// you've got a passion in those eyes //
He doesn't know why it's so hard to look at Asta as he returns to the room, but it's such that Danta doesn't even realise the butcher has gotten so close until the other man's fingers catch his wrist, spilling a little of the wine he's been trying to pour. It's with an instinctive objection on his tongue that he's forced to put both glass and bottle down onto the table, only to find himself drawn into an embrace he's thoroughly not expecting.
Still standing, for the first time in their recent history, Danta doesn't know where or how to touch the other man. Everywhere he looks seems streaked in dark bruises, and without wanting to cause more pain, all he can do is rest a feather-light hand on one shoulder, the other smoothing down the back of his neck. "What for? You didn't do anything wrong," he mumbles with a shrug of his shoulders.
Or did you? He almost asks it, but given that Asta has made it clear he's not ready to talk about it, it seems pointless to pry.
"What do you need?" he finds himself saying, because gods if this doesn't feel suddenly like an awkward meeting between strangers.
Still standing, for the first time in their recent history, Danta doesn't know where or how to touch the other man. Everywhere he looks seems streaked in dark bruises, and without wanting to cause more pain, all he can do is rest a feather-light hand on one shoulder, the other smoothing down the back of his neck. "What for? You didn't do anything wrong," he mumbles with a shrug of his shoulders.
Or did you? He almost asks it, but given that Asta has made it clear he's not ready to talk about it, it seems pointless to pry.
"What do you need?" he finds himself saying, because gods if this doesn't feel suddenly like an awkward meeting between strangers.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
