// you've got a passion in those eyes //
"I'm waiting," Danta assures his lover with a smile that comes across as much more of a baring of teeth. Fruitlessly he tries to get his legs beneath him again, but gods if it doesn't feel like he's burning from the inside out - not that he's got anything to compare it to, the Maverick's heart continuing to rabbit in his chest. It doesn't slow at all as he realises what has to be done, and he gazes pleadingly up towards Asta.
"Just drag me," he says, even after hearing him out. "I'd make a decent sled." It might be funny were it not for the guilt churning low in his gut, and he hisses out another few curses before he finally resigns himself to it. "I can't move," he reminds him. "So I can't fly. Couldn't even hop. Just tuck me right here," he gestures with the crook of his arm, "and I won't even look at you."
And gods help the night to come. "Take us to the Infirmary, not home," he adds, before gazing sadly up towards the other man, his expression open and hurting for him rather than at the state of himself. "I love you," he adds, before promptly shrinking into a sorry ball of ruffled black feathers awkwardly hunkered in the snow.
"Just drag me," he says, even after hearing him out. "I'd make a decent sled." It might be funny were it not for the guilt churning low in his gut, and he hisses out another few curses before he finally resigns himself to it. "I can't move," he reminds him. "So I can't fly. Couldn't even hop. Just tuck me right here," he gestures with the crook of his arm, "and I won't even look at you."
And gods help the night to come. "Take us to the Infirmary, not home," he adds, before gazing sadly up towards the other man, his expression open and hurting for him rather than at the state of himself. "I love you," he adds, before promptly shrinking into a sorry ball of ruffled black feathers awkwardly hunkered in the snow.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
