you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Good," Danta all but whispers, not wanting to risk ruining everything they've built for the sake of memories, understanding suddenly exactly how Asta must have been feeling when he'd been doing battle with his nightmares every evening. As the other man holds him more tightly, it's like permission not to have to pretend to be okay, Danta's fingers bunching at the soft fabric of his lover's shirt and waistcoat in return.
"Sure, exposure," he agrees, his voice muffled against the side of Asta's neck. "Some horror here, some terror there... it'll be fine." (It will not be fine). Infinitely glad that the other man doesn't opt to try and show him any of his - albeit impressive - Haunt then and there, instead Danta relaxes into the kiss pressed to his cheek. He wraps himself around the butcher as much as he's able while they're upright, as if Asta might be the one to protect him from that older version of himself.
"Well at least you know it's still effective," he mumbles with a small, wry smile. "Hopefully your demonstrations only need to be few and far between."
"Sure, exposure," he agrees, his voice muffled against the side of Asta's neck. "Some horror here, some terror there... it'll be fine." (It will not be fine). Infinitely glad that the other man doesn't opt to try and show him any of his - albeit impressive - Haunt then and there, instead Danta relaxes into the kiss pressed to his cheek. He wraps himself around the butcher as much as he's able while they're upright, as if Asta might be the one to protect him from that older version of himself.
"Well at least you know it's still effective," he mumbles with a small, wry smile. "Hopefully your demonstrations only need to be few and far between."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
