// I'm putting you out of your misery //
Embers spark from his chest and shoulders, muscles twitching in the confines of flame as orange white eyes watch Danta’s reaction. His stomach sinks, and if there was a possibility of a frown on Asta’s face that would be visible, it certainly would be there. As it stands, though, it’s a standoff, they’re both so still with Asta not wanting to make anything worse than he already has.
Though, honestly, with Danta crouched down against the wall and as small as he can be - he sees the look. He remembers the way Danta would break like this when he’d use this. And he aches with all of the previous harm he’d laid on his lover’s skin. The very scars that remain to this day. “I will not hurt you.” He says, maw parting awkwardly while the voice is disembodied, a low echo of dissonance that peels against one another with all the bells of discomfort slipping through the tones.
And he remains still and watchful, sinking down so that he’s no longer backed up against the desk to lay flat on the floor, long maw tilted away from Danta in a very stark opposite of what he used to do. The butcher was prone to keeping Danta completely in his sight when he’d step into the bowels of the Climb when he’d use this. And perhaps that might be an indicator enough, paired with how Asta remains to try and be as not intimidating as possible. “I am sorry.” Comes the quiet and still dissonant apology.
Though, honestly, with Danta crouched down against the wall and as small as he can be - he sees the look. He remembers the way Danta would break like this when he’d use this. And he aches with all of the previous harm he’d laid on his lover’s skin. The very scars that remain to this day. “I will not hurt you.” He says, maw parting awkwardly while the voice is disembodied, a low echo of dissonance that peels against one another with all the bells of discomfort slipping through the tones.
And he remains still and watchful, sinking down so that he’s no longer backed up against the desk to lay flat on the floor, long maw tilted away from Danta in a very stark opposite of what he used to do. The butcher was prone to keeping Danta completely in his sight when he’d step into the bowels of the Climb when he’d use this. And perhaps that might be an indicator enough, paired with how Asta remains to try and be as not intimidating as possible. “I am sorry.” Comes the quiet and still dissonant apology.
Astaroth
// 'cause darling you're dragging me down //
