// I wish I had a reason //
Raising his eyebrows expectantly when an answer isn't immediately forthcoming, as if wondering whether Maea has blurted out any old thing just to get him not to fuck off into the trees, Danta turns to face her fully, shoulders set, jaw clenched. And the question, when it comes, is both so obvious and yet so ludicrous that it takes him a second or two even to let it sink in. When it finally does, though? His laughter echoes around the clearing, mirthless and a little disbelieving.
"For a start," he says, tail lashing as his hands shove their way into his wet pockets, "what if you didn't tell every person you fucking see that Asta's a dirty cannibal and that the Grounds is horrific for condoning it?" He raises his eyebrows.
"Not that you ever bothered to ask for details, but that little incident at Longnight was a one-off, and it was done to keep you and other people safe. What he did was nothing compared to what I'd have done if I'd have gotten hold of that piece of shit. The rest of the time? He's got an agreement with the infirmary and all the people in it. Consenting. Above board. Or do you get to decide what other people do with their bodies, too? Because that makes you as bad as the man who tried to assault you."
As for the rest? Danta snorts, derisive and already fuelled by an anger that's been kept at bay for arguably too long. "When it comes to Asta? I don't know. I don't speak for him, and I don't control him. If he ever decides to talk to you again, let alone believe your apology, that's between you and him." For Danta, though...
For Danta, maybe there is something, the Maverick letting his arms drop to his sides.
"Fight me," he says. "Fight me the way you fought him back at Jack Tar Landing. I want you to realise exactly what you did that day, but against someone able to give as good as they get."
"For a start," he says, tail lashing as his hands shove their way into his wet pockets, "what if you didn't tell every person you fucking see that Asta's a dirty cannibal and that the Grounds is horrific for condoning it?" He raises his eyebrows.
"Not that you ever bothered to ask for details, but that little incident at Longnight was a one-off, and it was done to keep you and other people safe. What he did was nothing compared to what I'd have done if I'd have gotten hold of that piece of shit. The rest of the time? He's got an agreement with the infirmary and all the people in it. Consenting. Above board. Or do you get to decide what other people do with their bodies, too? Because that makes you as bad as the man who tried to assault you."
As for the rest? Danta snorts, derisive and already fuelled by an anger that's been kept at bay for arguably too long. "When it comes to Asta? I don't know. I don't speak for him, and I don't control him. If he ever decides to talk to you again, let alone believe your apology, that's between you and him." For Danta, though...
For Danta, maybe there is something, the Maverick letting his arms drop to his sides.
"Fight me," he says. "Fight me the way you fought him back at Jack Tar Landing. I want you to realise exactly what you did that day, but against someone able to give as good as they get."
Dantalion
// my flaws are open season //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
