// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
Danta meets Asta's gaze as if expecting it to reflect something entirely different - some flinty, cold expression from a time much older than the two of them are now. But it's just the soft, wounded darkness of the man he's learned to love over these long seasons, and the Maverick feels his next breath shiver out of him and his eyes sting with unshed tears. It's just Asta underneath it all, and though he can't stop the shaking of his hands or the way every part of him feels too cold, he grasps at that naked truth like a lifeline.
"Yeah, you can," he says with a nod that sends those tears spilling over, Danta swiping at them with the back of his hand. "You can come close, and you can touch me," he confirms, waiting until the other man is on his feet and he's managed to track him to the doorway before he shifts.
As a gore crow Danta's feathers are miserably ruffled, and he settles himself on a nearby shelf so that the butcher doesn't have to crouch or bend to pick him up, wings tucked in tight, beady gaze fixed and unblinking on the other man.
"Yeah, you can," he says with a nod that sends those tears spilling over, Danta swiping at them with the back of his hand. "You can come close, and you can touch me," he confirms, waiting until the other man is on his feet and he's managed to track him to the doorway before he shifts.
As a gore crow Danta's feathers are miserably ruffled, and he settles himself on a nearby shelf so that the butcher doesn't have to crouch or bend to pick him up, wings tucked in tight, beady gaze fixed and unblinking on the other man.
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
