// there's shadows on the walls //
Ferried along without complaint, Danta's footsteps are soft and his posture relaxed as he heads straight for the bed; evidently thoughts of tomorrow are far from his mind, right up until Asta mentions it. Biting at the inside of his cheek and glancing up at the other man, he raises an eyebrow. "Why?" he asks, despite almost certainly knowing the answer.
As for how he's feeling, the Maverick collapses into the sheets with the other man, burying his head in his chest. He doesn't care if he's at risk of getting bitten should Asta act out any of his night terrors while they sleep; after the past few hours, he's pretty sure he could handle it. (A dangerous assumption to make, true, but it's where he's at).
"I feel... good?" he decides, his voice muffled before he fights to peer up at the butcher through the moonlight. "A little uncertain, but... good, mostly."
As for how he's feeling, the Maverick collapses into the sheets with the other man, burying his head in his chest. He doesn't care if he's at risk of getting bitten should Asta act out any of his night terrors while they sleep; after the past few hours, he's pretty sure he could handle it. (A dangerous assumption to make, true, but it's where he's at).
"I feel... good?" he decides, his voice muffled before he fights to peer up at the butcher through the moonlight. "A little uncertain, but... good, mostly."
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
