you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"It matters a lot," Danta objects, closing his eyes for a moment against the warm hand that smooths against his cheek, preventing bloody hair from sticking to his face, before he's suddenly being ferried back towards the portal. He's never been one to pry, though, not when Asta doesn't want to talk about something; not his past, his feelings, his nightmares, or anything else that might be prickling at him.
And so he follows easily enough, waiting for the other man to either change the subject, spill the beans or continue on in silence - whatever he prefers. Either way, Danta steps up to tuck himself back against Asta's side as the portal comes upon them, the Maverick using his magic to keep the fire at bay enough not to burn off what little clothes they are wearing. The close heat of The Climb is soon replaced by darkness and general merriment, because the bonfire always draws a fair amount of people no matter the day.
"I feel as though we should have cleaned ourselves up first," Danta mutters.
And so he follows easily enough, waiting for the other man to either change the subject, spill the beans or continue on in silence - whatever he prefers. Either way, Danta steps up to tuck himself back against Asta's side as the portal comes upon them, the Maverick using his magic to keep the fire at bay enough not to burn off what little clothes they are wearing. The close heat of The Climb is soon replaced by darkness and general merriment, because the bonfire always draws a fair amount of people no matter the day.
"I feel as though we should have cleaned ourselves up first," Danta mutters.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
