you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Fuck," Danta whispers, letting his hand slip away from Asta as he flinches, a worried frown drawing his brows together as he tries to parse through the next steps in his arsenal. Inhaling a deep breath and letting it out again, at least should the worst happen he can (hopefully) rely on the muzzle to stop the other man from getting his teeth in his neck, so he reaches out again, this time to tug the blankets back as best he can.
"Nothing here can hurt you," he continues quietly. "It's just a dream. It'll pass, I promise." Though every part of the Maverick wants to reach out and shake Asta awake, gods but every medic he's spoken to about it has advised him against it. Still, he doubts any of them have had to watch someone go through it. "It's not real. You're okay."
"Nothing here can hurt you," he continues quietly. "It's just a dream. It'll pass, I promise." Though every part of the Maverick wants to reach out and shake Asta awake, gods but every medic he's spoken to about it has advised him against it. Still, he doubts any of them have had to watch someone go through it. "It's not real. You're okay."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
