// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
Tensing and trying to pull away at the hands that reach for him - and it could have been anyone, not that it likely helps Asta at all right now - Danta nevertheless ends up manoeuvred however the butcher chooses, his breath leaving him in unsteady gasps. Whatever words the other man speaks are lost in his nightmare at first, the Maverick curling in on himself, tail lashing beneath the blankets. "No, don't--" His voice is a hoarse whisper, accompanied by a sudden flinch hard enough to drag him from the depths of it and back into the waking world.
With a shuddering inhale that he nearly chokes on, Danta grips at the pillows and blankets, trembling as he tries to keep as still and silent as possible, as if that might keep him hidden from anything lurking beyond the bed. Only as the seconds pass and his conscious thoughts catch up with him does he recognise the hush of the sea outside, the smell of salt and honey and smoke, the warmth of the body at his back. "Fuck," he groans, blinking hard into the darkness.
With a shuddering inhale that he nearly chokes on, Danta grips at the pillows and blankets, trembling as he tries to keep as still and silent as possible, as if that might keep him hidden from anything lurking beyond the bed. Only as the seconds pass and his conscious thoughts catch up with him does he recognise the hush of the sea outside, the smell of salt and honey and smoke, the warmth of the body at his back. "Fuck," he groans, blinking hard into the darkness.
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
