// light shines in the darkness //
"...Right." Danta's smile is small and disbelieving; that's the thing about getting to know someone, Asta. You can tell when they're fine compared to when they're Fine ™. Still, the butcher has spoken and has asked him to continue, and so the Maverick shifts enough to get better situated astride him, his hands weaving points of fire and pain against old scar tissue. The aim isn't to hurt, he might have said if he thought Asta were up to conversation, but to heal, however bumpy the road might be.
Continuing his ministrations across the top of both shoulders and towards the back of Asta's neck, only once he's satisfied with his work does Danta let his hands grow warm and gentle and reverent. "A break, I think," he announces, letting his fingers rest, red hot and unmoving, against the abused flesh, allowing the heat to soak in deep. "How are you holding up?"
Continuing his ministrations across the top of both shoulders and towards the back of Asta's neck, only once he's satisfied with his work does Danta let his hands grow warm and gentle and reverent. "A break, I think," he announces, letting his fingers rest, red hot and unmoving, against the abused flesh, allowing the heat to soak in deep. "How are you holding up?"
Dantalion
// and the darkness will never understand it //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
