// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
Moaning something like an apology and letting out a shuddering sigh, Danta similarly curls in closer towards the butcher as his head pounds a rhythm in time with his pulse. With an effort that makes him feel briefly as if he's going to throw up, the Maverick draws up his glamour for no other reason than it makes it easier to burrow himself against Asta and beneath the blankets.
They smell like cherries, too much booze and smoke from the fireplace, and he can't decide if it's a combination that makes him feel better or worse. "I think I'm going to die here," he whispers ever so softly against Asta's chest, and it would be dramatic if he didn't feel like it was so gods damned true. "Did we bring any water up last night? Gods, we didn't, did we?"
They smell like cherries, too much booze and smoke from the fireplace, and he can't decide if it's a combination that makes him feel better or worse. "I think I'm going to die here," he whispers ever so softly against Asta's chest, and it would be dramatic if he didn't feel like it was so gods damned true. "Did we bring any water up last night? Gods, we didn't, did we?"
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
