// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
Danta is already acting well before Asta tries to reason with him - before he's decided what to do with his glamour, whether to go limp or to fight, what he's going to say. The Maverick pins the other man beneath him, eyes dark with feral rage, his hand thrusting the knife deep between Asta's ribs without a second's hesitation. The only surprise that flickers across his face is when he realises he's actually succeeded, and the butcher's voice, rough and breathless, starts to trickle through to him.
319.
Free and safe.
I love you.
Gasping in a shuddering breath that's all horrified clarity, Danta releases the hilt of the knife as if it's something electric between his fingers, swallowing hard and sitting back a fraction. The world feels cooler - not the oppressive heat of The Climb, but forest air and soft grass beneath his knees. The Hollowed Grounds; they'd been hunting, and Asta--
Gods, Asta--
"I'm sorry," Danta whispers, eyes wide as they go to the blade he'd buried in his lover's side. "Fuck, I'm so sorry. I can... we need to get you help."
319.
Free and safe.
I love you.
Gasping in a shuddering breath that's all horrified clarity, Danta releases the hilt of the knife as if it's something electric between his fingers, swallowing hard and sitting back a fraction. The world feels cooler - not the oppressive heat of The Climb, but forest air and soft grass beneath his knees. The Hollowed Grounds; they'd been hunting, and Asta--
Gods, Asta--
"I'm sorry," Danta whispers, eyes wide as they go to the blade he'd buried in his lover's side. "Fuck, I'm so sorry. I can... we need to get you help."
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
