Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
Relaxing into the warm hands that press against his body, Danta wastes no time in getting comfortable, one of his arms curling around Asta's shoulders, his fingers stroking along scar tissue and bronzed skin alike. Scrunching his nose at the idea of talking about it but knowing it's good for them both if he does, the Maverick sighs out a long breath and leans in to brush his lips against the other man's forehead, taking comfort in the heat and weight of him in his arms.
"It's just a replay of that night, mostly. Except this time you don't stop or come out of it," he admits softly, nosing his way into the soft darkness of Asta's hair as if to hide from the version of him that haunts his dreams some nights. "I think that's the part that makes it a nightmare. Not that you get like that - we both do, sometimes." Feral, out of control, dangerous. "More that I couldn't get through to you."
"It's just a replay of that night, mostly. Except this time you don't stop or come out of it," he admits softly, nosing his way into the soft darkness of Asta's hair as if to hide from the version of him that haunts his dreams some nights. "I think that's the part that makes it a nightmare. Not that you get like that - we both do, sometimes." Feral, out of control, dangerous. "More that I couldn't get through to you."
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
