// we haven't won, and if we win, //
It happened to the both of them, that’s true. But it still didn’t make it okay, to be plagued at varying nights when their subconsciouses got the best of them. Maybe it was a cruel joke, that despite the attempts to do better and how in love they were, that this would still be a rift. And Asta, who had admitted to Danta in the past that he didn’t delve in relationships, had very much opted to be alone, specifically because of this.
He doesn’t want to be the villain in Danta’s story anymore. And yet he finds himself there with or without his knowledge relatively often.
He remains where he is, kneeling in the blankets, hornless and tailless and not crowding Danta’s space as he closes himself off when he answers the statement he already knows to be true. “Don’t be.” He repeats, reaching out to gently rest the soft palm of his hand against Danta’s shoulder. “It isn’t your fault.” It was his fault, after all. He was the one that bit him, regardless if the Maverick knew better or not. “I am so very sorry, Danta.”
He was nothing more than a feral dog, most nights.
He doesn’t want to be the villain in Danta’s story anymore. And yet he finds himself there with or without his knowledge relatively often.
He remains where he is, kneeling in the blankets, hornless and tailless and not crowding Danta’s space as he closes himself off when he answers the statement he already knows to be true. “Don’t be.” He repeats, reaching out to gently rest the soft palm of his hand against Danta’s shoulder. “It isn’t your fault.” It was his fault, after all. He was the one that bit him, regardless if the Maverick knew better or not. “I am so very sorry, Danta.”
He was nothing more than a feral dog, most nights.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
