// you've got a passion in those eyes //
"I said a few minutes," Danta objects, having glanced worriedly around the room when the butcher isn't immediately at his place on the edge of the bed. Clicking the door shut and locking it again behind him, he deposits the medicine on the bedside table and sweeps across the room to Asta, snagging one of the blankets as he goes. "And I was ten, actually," he insists, drawing the blanket around the other man's shoulders and ushering him to sit back at the window bench.
Sidling in to sit behind him, Danta settles against the curve of the wall and furrows his brow. "Did you even eat anything?" he wants to know; he can only see the considerable amount of wine that has disappeared from the bottle in the short space of time, and he assumes the answer is no. Either way, it's with a long sigh that he ushers the butcher back against his chest so they might both watch the lightning for a while and simply be, giving each of them time to absorb what has happened.
(And what Danta may or may not be imagining he's doing in response, since he can't spring literally into action).
Sidling in to sit behind him, Danta settles against the curve of the wall and furrows his brow. "Did you even eat anything?" he wants to know; he can only see the considerable amount of wine that has disappeared from the bottle in the short space of time, and he assumes the answer is no. Either way, it's with a long sigh that he ushers the butcher back against his chest so they might both watch the lightning for a while and simply be, giving each of them time to absorb what has happened.
(And what Danta may or may not be imagining he's doing in response, since he can't spring literally into action).
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
