I'm where the spiders go

// sun comin' up on a dream come around //

It takes an embarrassing amount of time for Danta to trust himself on his own two feet again. He feels hollow and lightheaded in a way that threatens to throw him to his knees at any moment, and it's only after he's certain there's nothing left in him to retch out onto the ground that he totters back inside, clicking the back doors shut and slouching against them for a few seconds.

Wiping at his face and regretting, for the first time since their outing, that he'd not bothered with a shirt beyond chains and bone charms, it's with a shuddering breath that he approaches Asta's doorway. The adrenaline spikes through his blood in shuddering waves now, leaving him spiralling between knowing the present and fearing the past, and though he remains more or less pressed against the opposite wall of the corridor, he does push the office door enough for it to swing open.

A breath of something like relief caves through his chest as he spots the butcher, blessedly ordinary and sitting at his desk, Danta clearing his throat and swallowing hard before he tries to speak. "I - I might have been a bit overconfident," he mumbles, his voice hoarse. "But I'm okay. I'll be okay."

Dantalion

// one hundred years from the empire now //