// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
"Sorry." The apology comes instantly after the butcher flinches, Danta dropping his hand so he can lead him into the room instead. As Asta gets as comfortable as he's likely to be in the moment, the Maverick moves to the other side of the bed, rummaging around beneath it for something. "Fuck. It... I guess it's as bad as they say it is?" Scowling, already a dark mix of guilt and regret swarm for dominance in his gut, and he sits briefly back on his heels.
"I shouldn't have sent you. I didn't think it would be as bad, not with more than one person." Yes, selfishly he'd hoped that the rough captain who had come to speak with him would have been the main target for the boggart. "Something is going to touch your back - it's just me," he adds, clambering back onto the bed. That something is a heavy, weighted blanket dredged out from a box Danta has been keeping, the Maverick drawing it around Asta's shoulders as if to act as a barrier between any imagined talons and his bare skin.
"It might help," he says of the whiskey in Asta's hands. "...Or it might not. I've got some of that medicine from the Levinsward if you'd rather not risk it."
"I shouldn't have sent you. I didn't think it would be as bad, not with more than one person." Yes, selfishly he'd hoped that the rough captain who had come to speak with him would have been the main target for the boggart. "Something is going to touch your back - it's just me," he adds, clambering back onto the bed. That something is a heavy, weighted blanket dredged out from a box Danta has been keeping, the Maverick drawing it around Asta's shoulders as if to act as a barrier between any imagined talons and his bare skin.
"It might help," he says of the whiskey in Asta's hands. "...Or it might not. I've got some of that medicine from the Levinsward if you'd rather not risk it."
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
