// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
Danta can't help it, flinching hard at the grating voice that ripples through the air between them, biting his tongue in the process and flooding his mouth with copper that suddenly tastes bitter and sickening. There isn't anywhere else to retreat as Asta begins to move, but gods if the Maverick doesn't try, scrabbling back against the wall and clawing at it with enough force to leave a few nails broken and bleeding by the end of all this.
Anything Asta has said to him prior to unveiling the full extent of his haunt may as well have been said to another man, because Danta remembers none of the reassurance and believes none of what the nightmarish voice promises, forced to hold his breath for a few seconds as his mind clouds over, dizzy with hyperventilation. Only at the apology does some tiny fraction of the present slither through, and it's through a hoarse voice and gritted teeth that he finally manages to speak.
"Enough," he whispers. "I've had enough."
Anything Asta has said to him prior to unveiling the full extent of his haunt may as well have been said to another man, because Danta remembers none of the reassurance and believes none of what the nightmarish voice promises, forced to hold his breath for a few seconds as his mind clouds over, dizzy with hyperventilation. Only at the apology does some tiny fraction of the present slither through, and it's through a hoarse voice and gritted teeth that he finally manages to speak.
"Enough," he whispers. "I've had enough."
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
