// the kinda wrong that make you feel right //
It's alright - those are the words that form and die in his throat as he feels Asta press back against him, Danta's arm instinctively curling back around the butcher. With his teeth bared to the crows he'd normally find more than enough in common with to frolic and make dumb decisions, the Maverick doesn't wait to see what Asta is going to do. Already he's drawing the circle of fire higher, until it curves over them in a bright and scorching dome to keep out any corvids that want to try their luck.
Including the one attempting to dive bomb at them.
Still able to hear the chaos of the murder all around them, even if they can't really see it through the flames, Danta shifts to try and sit up properly, guiding the butcher back against his chest - which is about when the scent of blood hits the air. "Gods, are you--" Cutting himself off as he hears the knife clatter to the stone, the Maverick doesn't try to stem the bleeding - not if Asta wants to use his bloodbane on the flock overhead.
"They'll be cinders before they ever get through that," he tells him gently.
Including the one attempting to dive bomb at them.
Still able to hear the chaos of the murder all around them, even if they can't really see it through the flames, Danta shifts to try and sit up properly, guiding the butcher back against his chest - which is about when the scent of blood hits the air. "Gods, are you--" Cutting himself off as he hears the knife clatter to the stone, the Maverick doesn't try to stem the bleeding - not if Asta wants to use his bloodbane on the flock overhead.
"They'll be cinders before they ever get through that," he tells him gently.
Dantalion
// the little death that make you feel alive //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
