you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
He simultaneously hates and appreciates that Asta sets his shoulder without a countdown or any prior warning, because no sooner has he drawn in that breath when his entire left side feels as though it has caught fire (or at least that's how he imagines it feels, never having been burnt). His curse is a tense and bitten back thing, the scent of blood filling the air from where he's accidentally sliced the inside of his cheek with a fang, but he can move his arm again, even if he surrenders it willingly to the butcher.
"Fuuuuuck," he says, riding the word out on a quick, shaky few breaths and blinking quickly before glancing up towards Asta. "Fuck," he says again, leaning into the hand that cradles his cheek and stepping forward to melt against him, winding his good arm around his waist. "You dislocated my shoulder, Asta," he hisses, the accusation gentle and petulant and muffled by the way Danta buries his face in the crook of the other man's neck.
"That was rude."
"Fuuuuuck," he says, riding the word out on a quick, shaky few breaths and blinking quickly before glancing up towards Asta. "Fuck," he says again, leaning into the hand that cradles his cheek and stepping forward to melt against him, winding his good arm around his waist. "You dislocated my shoulder, Asta," he hisses, the accusation gentle and petulant and muffled by the way Danta buries his face in the crook of the other man's neck.
"That was rude."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
