you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Yeah, it sounded like it," Danta mumbles, though he doesn't press the issue. He never does, leaving it up to the butcher to decide how much or how little to tell him each time. Relaxing only when he feels Asta tucking his head against his shoulder, the Maverick adjusts the blankets around them and slowly sinks back against the headboard, absently stroking the other man's hair.
"If you insist," he whispers, of it not being his fault either, the ghost of a smile curling across his lips before it's gone again. Able to feel the butcher's steady breath against him as if he might be able to count it himself without too much effort, whether it's unconscious or not, Danta does slowly match the rhythm. Reaching out, too, he slips one of his hands into Asta's, giving it a warm, grounding squeeze.
"Take as long as you need," he tells him quietly. "We'll sit like this all night if it helps."
"If you insist," he whispers, of it not being his fault either, the ghost of a smile curling across his lips before it's gone again. Able to feel the butcher's steady breath against him as if he might be able to count it himself without too much effort, whether it's unconscious or not, Danta does slowly match the rhythm. Reaching out, too, he slips one of his hands into Asta's, giving it a warm, grounding squeeze.
"Take as long as you need," he tells him quietly. "We'll sit like this all night if it helps."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
