idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
Forced to scrabble back as the butcher lurches into a sitting position, Danta is more prepared than he'd like to admit to retaliate against any violence thrown his way, and adrenaline continues to siphon away his grogginess as the seconds tick by. "Asta-- wait, no." Shifting onto his knees, he's already reaching out to catch the other man's wrists as he tries to pry away the muzzle caging those brutally sharp teeth.
Feeling his own pulse start to hammer in his ears, Danta does his best to keep his hands gentle, but gods there's only so much to be done with Asta attempting to pull the contraption from his jaw as if it means to throttle him. "Fuck - Asta, it's not there to hurt you, it's-- Astaroth, wake up." Snapping the last words louder than intended and flinching a little at the sound of his own voice, Danta's hands leave the other man abruptly.
Feeling his own pulse start to hammer in his ears, Danta does his best to keep his hands gentle, but gods there's only so much to be done with Asta attempting to pull the contraption from his jaw as if it means to throttle him. "Fuck - Asta, it's not there to hurt you, it's-- Astaroth, wake up." Snapping the last words louder than intended and flinching a little at the sound of his own voice, Danta's hands leave the other man abruptly.
Dantalion
I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door
just to sit outside your door
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
