fuck that shit let's start a riot

// you knew who I was //

Danta's breath seems to shudder out of him all at once as the butcher's teeth slowly retract from his arm, his fingers flexing a few times despite the fresh pulse of blood it causes, making sure that all the muscles and tendons are in order. "Thank you," he says gently, just in case Asta is still too far gone in his dream to realise what he's done. "It's okay now. We can - hey--"

Despite the spasm of pain between his shoulders from twisting and moving in a way his injury strongly protests, Danta doesn't pull away - and he doesn't plan to let Asta go anywhere either. "Asta..." He all but invades the other man's space to clutch him closer, careful of the shoulder he's almost certainly re-broken in his attempts to get free. "It isn't your fault. It isn't," he insists, the words whispered against his dark hair, something painful wrenching in his chest to see the tears streaking the other man's cheeks through the blood.

"I should have left you be. I know better, but I was stupid - this isn't on you," he tells him firmly, leaning back against the headboard despite whatever grumbles of discomfort it might cause from his back. "Sit with me. Breathe. We're okay."

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //