all you have is your fire
and the place you need to reach
and the place you need to reach
Flinching and not knowing why at the sound of the door, Danta swallows hard around the thunder of his own heartbeat, glancing over his shoulder towards where Asta's voice had come from. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" he asks, his voice rougher than he would like. "It's fine, I-- it's just me," he clarifies, forcing in another trembling breath and wondering why it feels like the walls just crept ten feet closer at all angles, or why his body can't decide if it's too hot or too cold.
Squeezing at the stone of the mantelpiece and forcing himself to straighten up, he rakes shaking hands back through his fair hair and closes his eyes, as if the darkness might somehow illuminate the things he doesn't understand. "You don't have to wait on me," he says hurriedly. "You can... I'll be down in a bit."
Squeezing at the stone of the mantelpiece and forcing himself to straighten up, he rakes shaking hands back through his fair hair and closes his eyes, as if the darkness might somehow illuminate the things he doesn't understand. "You don't have to wait on me," he says hurriedly. "You can... I'll be down in a bit."
Dantalion
don't you ever tame your demons
but always keep them on a leash
but always keep them on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
