// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
Jaw feathering at the confirmation - not just regular crows, of course not - Danta's lips part to offer yet another useless apology when Asta drops another bombshell, and the Maverick's eyes widen. "Flora was... shit, are you alright? Is she?" Jack is clearly forgotten, and Danta is torn suddenly between wondering where the Doubletake is in that moment and wanting to crawl into Asta's lap and shield him from the rest of the world.
"Well the last time you drowned it out with an entire bottle of whiskey, you had a terrible night," he reminds him gently; he'd been pinned under the butcher and his snapping teeth for part of it, if he remembers correctly. And so, if Asta allows it anyway, Danta will lean in to gently ease the bottle from his hands to set it down on the bedside table.
"...Asta, come here," he almost whispers, reaching for the butcher's trembling hands as if to guide him to turn enough for Danta to slip his arms around him. "You're safe. It's over, it's just us."
"Well the last time you drowned it out with an entire bottle of whiskey, you had a terrible night," he reminds him gently; he'd been pinned under the butcher and his snapping teeth for part of it, if he remembers correctly. And so, if Asta allows it anyway, Danta will lean in to gently ease the bottle from his hands to set it down on the bedside table.
"...Asta, come here," he almost whispers, reaching for the butcher's trembling hands as if to guide him to turn enough for Danta to slip his arms around him. "You're safe. It's over, it's just us."
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
