you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Closing his eyes as if to force away the images trying to dance to life in his mind, Danta focuses hard on the sound of Asta's voice instead, on the touch of his hands and the steady, warm feel of his body, the scent of smoke and honey on his clothes. Letting out a long sigh that trembles a little on the exhale, he steps in to melt against the other man, nosing into his collar and winding his arms around his waist.
"I believe you," he tells him softly, keeping his voice steady and clasping him closer. "I want you to know that, no matter how I might react in future." What he might do on instinct has no bearing on his true feelings, even if at the time he might want nothing more than to put distance between himself and the butcher.
"Maybe I'll get used to it this way, mm?" he says, trying for a smile that completely fails. "Especially if people are discussing it already in the Dusklight. I bet you're the talk of the floor."
"I believe you," he tells him softly, keeping his voice steady and clasping him closer. "I want you to know that, no matter how I might react in future." What he might do on instinct has no bearing on his true feelings, even if at the time he might want nothing more than to put distance between himself and the butcher.
"Maybe I'll get used to it this way, mm?" he says, trying for a smile that completely fails. "Especially if people are discussing it already in the Dusklight. I bet you're the talk of the floor."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
