// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
"I'm glad you didn't," Danta admits in a hushed, guilty voice. "You did the right thing. I'm just... I'm sorry I had a knife on me." Again, anywhere else - any other time and place - and the butcher would likely have gotten away with little more than a few bruises. Perhaps a nip from Danta's fangs if he'd been quick enough - but nothing like what had happened here. Leaning further against Asta as they head out of the thickets of trees and back onto the trail, it's a warm evening at least; for anyone who isn't Ancient, it would probably still be considered too warm.
He feels it as the other man turns towards him, a muscle feathering in his jaw as he clenches his teeth and nods. "I'm sure, Asta," he says in a low voice. "Everything I keep thinking about and worrying about is based on the things I remember. I need to see you now, as you are, for however long it takes for it to become... ordinary." He frowns.
"Put it this way - I did this to you without ever having seen your haunt since it came back. It's not as if seeing it now will make any difference to what's happened."
He feels it as the other man turns towards him, a muscle feathering in his jaw as he clenches his teeth and nods. "I'm sure, Asta," he says in a low voice. "Everything I keep thinking about and worrying about is based on the things I remember. I need to see you now, as you are, for however long it takes for it to become... ordinary." He frowns.
"Put it this way - I did this to you without ever having seen your haunt since it came back. It's not as if seeing it now will make any difference to what's happened."
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
