you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Somehow it's worse when it stops, and in the silence after the sound of his lover begging, Danta can practically hear the thunder of their combined heartbeats and the tension that ripples between each one. "Gods, I'm sorry," he blurts out automatically, whether for snapping or for touching him, or for everything that had happened during the day to precede what he'll come to remember as the worst of Asta's night terrors thus far.
"I'm so sorry," he says again, voice lowered to a whisper, a slightly shaking hand reaching up to rake his blonde hair back from his face. "I... here, I'll bring up the lights." So saying, it's with a pulse of magic that he lets the fire roar further to life and the lanterns and candles to flare, bringing the familiar slopes and shapes of their room into sharp relief.
"I'm so sorry," he says again, voice lowered to a whisper, a slightly shaking hand reaching up to rake his blonde hair back from his face. "I... here, I'll bring up the lights." So saying, it's with a pulse of magic that he lets the fire roar further to life and the lanterns and candles to flare, bringing the familiar slopes and shapes of their room into sharp relief.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
