// you knew who I was //
It all happens so sickeningly quickly, and perhaps if he'd been at his best, he might have been able to scramble back in time. Alas, it's with his eyes widening in shock to see Asta simply tear the muzzle away (and don't get him wrong - in any other circumstance it would be fucking hot) that Danta's hand freezes in its movements; another huge error in judgement.
"Asta, wh--" He moves so quickly that the Maverick hasn't a hope of dodging him, the other man's fingers seizing around his forearm like a vice. And gods, Danta doesn't even really register what's happened at first, so sharp are the butcher's teeth, and it's only the abrupt tang of blood in the air and the way it begins to drip in a steady stream down towards his elbow and onto the sheets that he realises the situation.
Knowing better than to move too quickly or jerk away, Danta inhales a slow breath and releases it on a long and shaky exhale. He gives it a couple of agonising seconds before moving carefully closer rather than away, his arm limp in the other man's grip. "Asta? I need you to let go of me, please," he tells him, gently but firmly, his other hand reaching out to slip through his lover's dark hair with the utmost affection, though it's poised to tighten there and hold him at bay at the slightest sign of further violence.
"You're having a nightmare, but you're safe. I promise, just come back to me and we'll figure the rest out."
"Asta, wh--" He moves so quickly that the Maverick hasn't a hope of dodging him, the other man's fingers seizing around his forearm like a vice. And gods, Danta doesn't even really register what's happened at first, so sharp are the butcher's teeth, and it's only the abrupt tang of blood in the air and the way it begins to drip in a steady stream down towards his elbow and onto the sheets that he realises the situation.
Knowing better than to move too quickly or jerk away, Danta inhales a slow breath and releases it on a long and shaky exhale. He gives it a couple of agonising seconds before moving carefully closer rather than away, his arm limp in the other man's grip. "Asta? I need you to let go of me, please," he tells him, gently but firmly, his other hand reaching out to slip through his lover's dark hair with the utmost affection, though it's poised to tighten there and hold him at bay at the slightest sign of further violence.
"You're having a nightmare, but you're safe. I promise, just come back to me and we'll figure the rest out."
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
