Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
Danta's breath hitches as he feels Asta move, the Maverick holding it in his chest while the butcher situates himself, and only as he hears the rough and sleepy tones of his voice hit the air does he let himself release it in a shivering sigh. "I... yeah. I just... I had a nightmare," he explains in a voice that's a bit too quick, a bit too dismissive. The fire had gotten low in their time asleep, leaving them mostly in candlelight, and Danta doesn't bother to draw it back up as he shuffles to get upright as well.
"Sorry for waking you," he adds, swallowing around a dry throat and glancing around for the wine as if that might make things better. Almost without realising, his hand has gone to his forearm and the slip of silk he's taken to tying around it to cover the mark where he'd been bitten not all that long ago. The wound itself is long since healed, the bruises faded to nothing, but the scar is still pink and obvious, and Danta prefers not to look at it.
"Sorry for waking you," he adds, swallowing around a dry throat and glancing around for the wine as if that might make things better. Almost without realising, his hand has gone to his forearm and the slip of silk he's taken to tying around it to cover the mark where he'd been bitten not all that long ago. The wound itself is long since healed, the bruises faded to nothing, but the scar is still pink and obvious, and Danta prefers not to look at it.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
