hold me tight or don't

// there's shadows on the walls //

Feeling at first as though they might just make it, Danta's shoulders relax a little, and he nods his understanding at Asta's response. "Alright, well I won't be--" Long, he means to say, only to feel the pressure around his waist and hips from the suddenly opinionated shadow the butcher possesses. And that's before the other signs that Asta's senses are rapidly unspooling, and Danta has to inhale a sharp breath to bring himself around. "Hey," he snaps, shoving down hard against the other man's chest.

"Enough of that." He has no idea how effective anything he says will be against the fight the butcher is rapidly losing, but he has no intention of letting Asta break his wrists against the restraints. (That's the thing about intention though, huh - it's not reality). "I will get that water, and I will take you out myself."

Shifting to break free of the shadows that STR 5 tho and slipping off the bed to drag his pants back on, he's still very covered in blood - and freely bleeding, too - so it's probably best he takes himself out of the other man's sight. "Just a few more minutes. I promise."

He knows the butcher doesn't have a flighted shift, and being at the top of the inn might (might?) keep him in the room - either way, Danta has to go now. So he slips out of the room (and locks the damned door), fully intending to only be gone for a couple minutes at most.

Dantalion

// of moments far too troubling to recall //