// you've got a passion in those eyes //
Humming his agreement and smiling, too, at the memory, Danta closes his eyes for a moment as if he can bring the image to life again behind them. "We should go again soon, see if we can watch it," he suggests. A rarity, to be sure, to want to trawl through their old hunting grounds until they could find a good spot to find such a phenomenon, but such is the complication of the Maverick's relationship to The Climb.
Blinking his eyes back open to hear Asta's voice, rough as it might be, the Maverick's brow furrows. He sits up just a fraction - only enough to be able to peer down at the other man properly, even as his arms tighten around him a little. "Asta, that doesn't sound like a fight," he says slowly. "Why..." He pauses, biting his tongue until he can be sure his words won't betray him as much. "You said this happened after your conversation? After you... after remembering everything that happened when you were left in The Climb?"
The panic, the torture, the isolation, etcetera.
"Why didn't she just let you go? Or try to help?"
Blinking his eyes back open to hear Asta's voice, rough as it might be, the Maverick's brow furrows. He sits up just a fraction - only enough to be able to peer down at the other man properly, even as his arms tighten around him a little. "Asta, that doesn't sound like a fight," he says slowly. "Why..." He pauses, biting his tongue until he can be sure his words won't betray him as much. "You said this happened after your conversation? After you... after remembering everything that happened when you were left in The Climb?"
The panic, the torture, the isolation, etcetera.
"Why didn't she just let you go? Or try to help?"
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
