you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Me? Wh-- no, no of course not," Danta says quickly, shaking his head. "It was you I was worried about." Worried he'd hurt himself, either by trying to tear off the muzzle or during whatever nightmarish torture he'd been going through. "It... that was the worst one I think you've had while I've been here." It's a hesitant admission, because gods sometimes it's as easy as holding Asta through it, waiting for him to pass back into sleep, or talking him down from the worst of it.
This had been a first.
Wincing to see the butcher so reluctantly uncurl himself, Danta finally loses his patience with trying to give Asta time to come back to himself. Shifting to reach his arms around the other man, whilst it will be easy for him to sit out of the embrace if he needs to, Danta has no intention of having either of them sit through this alone. "It's not your fault," he mumbles. It's mine.
This had been a first.
Wincing to see the butcher so reluctantly uncurl himself, Danta finally loses his patience with trying to give Asta time to come back to himself. Shifting to reach his arms around the other man, whilst it will be easy for him to sit out of the embrace if he needs to, Danta has no intention of having either of them sit through this alone. "It's not your fault," he mumbles. It's mine.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
