fuck that shit let's start a riot

// you knew who I was //

"Careful..." Danta warns, wincing as he sees Asta try to move his left arm, relaxing only once he abandons the effort. Though the butcher doesn't speak, it's a testament to how well they know one another that the Maverick can almost feel his self-loathing through their touch, and he drops another few kisses to the crown of his head. "I'm sorry too," he whispers. "I should have let you work through it and waited."

As bad as it is, though, it doesn't seem to bother Danta enough to move away from his lover, and instead he lets his bleeding arm drop so he can gently take hold of Asta's left hand, squeezing his fingers as if to bring some life back into them. "You took care of me that first time we were in Haulani together, even though I almost beat the shit out of you with your own cane," he reminds him. "And you helped when I was out of my mind with bloodlust - and I bit you that time. And you brought me back home yesterday when I couldn't move." It's a surprisingly easy list of things to admit, one that pride alone would have protected against not too long ago.

"So I'm allowed to be here now. And you're allowed to let me, Asta. Okay?" He noses into the soft midnight of his hair, letting out a long, tired sigh.

Dantalion

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