hold me tight or don't

// there's shadows on the walls //

Flora's words ring in his head louder than any feedback from the mic, and though his fingers are numb, Danta manages to escape from the Hanged Man without trapping them in the door, spilling him out onto the relatively empty streets of Haulani. It's late enough that even those who consider themselves party animals have wombled away to sleep it off on the beach or in the alleyways, and though Danta wonders whether the door of the bar will open behind him with the presence of a dark haired butcher, he doesn't stick around to see.

Raking his fair hair back from his face and waiting until he's rounded a corner so as to be out of sight, only then does the Maverick slouch against the wall on one shoulder, rubbing at his eyes and taking a few deep and shuddering breaths to try and get to grips with it all. He's too drunk and too high at this point to be able to pick out more than the colour of Flora's eyes as they'd filled with tears or the teal of Asta's shirt across the bar, but fuck if the Doubletake's remarks don't cut across his mind again.

Danta, Asta loves you is the sort of thing that makes him want to laugh or choke, the words themselves seeming utterly ridiculous no matter how deeply the feelings that run beneath them might go. Perhaps he should just go back to The Hanged Man and laugh it off? Yeah, that might work. Straightening up and wobbling back around the corner, he fully intends to march back up towards the doors.

Dantalion

// of moments far too troubling to recall //