// there's shadows on the walls //
Squeezing the bloody water into the basin from the cloth, Danta sets it to one side and almost seems as if he's about to retreat to one of the chairs to give Asta his space when his question hits the air. "Hm? Oh, it'll leave a helluva bruise," he says, though his tone suggests he's more proud than anything. Rising to his feet, he turns to show the butcher the darkening mark along the skin of his calf, guaranteed to bruise in a rainbow of colours in the shape of a fyrhund's jaws.
"Thanks for not biting a chunk out of my leg," he adds with a quick smile. "I feel like that would have been much more difficult to heal." And then some - and it had been a close thing, too, based on the state of Asta at the time. Letting out a long sigh and finding himself standing before the other man, Danta finally can't stop himself from stepping forward to reach for him, letting warm arms slip around him to draw him close.
"I never want to do that again," he mutters. As far as dangerous lines go, this one was too far, no matter the admissions made to one another.
"Thanks for not biting a chunk out of my leg," he adds with a quick smile. "I feel like that would have been much more difficult to heal." And then some - and it had been a close thing, too, based on the state of Asta at the time. Letting out a long sigh and finding himself standing before the other man, Danta finally can't stop himself from stepping forward to reach for him, letting warm arms slip around him to draw him close.
"I never want to do that again," he mutters. As far as dangerous lines go, this one was too far, no matter the admissions made to one another.
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
