I'm where the spiders go

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

In some rom-com, Danta might have feverishly uttered never and swooned into Asta's arms, but the reality is much different, much more brittle. He hadn't known if he'd be able to stand here in the butcher's company until the moment had called for it, and they both know things don't simply come down to whether or not the Maverick might push him away. The tie that binds them is woven with threads of blood and trauma and what had merely started as strange affection, and now it lays knotted around Danta's heart, impossible to unpick.

"Gods, I love you," he whispers as he feels Asta start to draw back, reaching up to cradle his hand against the other man's jaw, brushing his thumb across his cheek. "I was just... it was a shock." And that's the understatement of the year from the Maverick. "You did everything right. Maybe we just... we give it a couple of days before trying anything again?"

Dantalion

// one hundred years from the empire now //