// there's shadows on the walls //
Luckily for Danta, the inn does have a stash of fountain water, and he's able to make something up (he doesn't even remember what) to get some. Taking a long drink of it and dousing himself on the way back to the room, he's able to heal his minor injuries and wash off the vast majority of the blood, with enough left over to take care of Asta's arm. Swiftly unlocking the door, he only has to so much as creak it open to see the bed - and how very empty it is.
"For fuck's sake--" He's already hissing the words, eyes darting around as he slips into the room, tail lashing as he lets the door fall shut. Only a glimmer of fiery orange is enough to get the Maverick moving, and without thinking (thanks Charlie!) he Dart!s a foot away. It likely won't do much, but it might at least persuade the ravenous fyrhund not to jump straight at him.
"Asta," he's warning in a low voice, knocking over a plush chair to try and keep something - anything - between them. "Asta, you don't want to do this. Come on."
"For fuck's sake--" He's already hissing the words, eyes darting around as he slips into the room, tail lashing as he lets the door fall shut. Only a glimmer of fiery orange is enough to get the Maverick moving, and without thinking (thanks Charlie!) he Dart!s a foot away. It likely won't do much, but it might at least persuade the ravenous fyrhund not to jump straight at him.
"Asta," he's warning in a low voice, knocking over a plush chair to try and keep something - anything - between them. "Asta, you don't want to do this. Come on."
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
