you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Gods, shut up Asta." The words are affectionately said, even as Danta shifts to sit properly beside the other man again, the Maverick rubbing at his eyes and feeling suddenly drained and shaky, though it's nothing compared to the butcher. "I don't believe either of us are okay." Safe, certainly, because whatever monstrous scenario Asta had dreamed up can't get him here in the real world, but okay? Not so much.
Leaning forward to grab at the blankets he'd dragged away, Danta carefully draws them back around the both of them, before tentatively reaching out to rest a warm hand on the butcher's shoulder. "Asta, it's me," he says softly, almost whispering. "You don't have to hide yourself from me."
Leaning forward to grab at the blankets he'd dragged away, Danta carefully draws them back around the both of them, before tentatively reaching out to rest a warm hand on the butcher's shoulder. "Asta, it's me," he says softly, almost whispering. "You don't have to hide yourself from me."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
