// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
Danta's lips flicker in the ghost of a smile, and he nods softly to Asta. "We'll see how I feel in a few days. I think I'm more a fan of your initial idea now too, to start small." Granted, perhaps given time he'll be glad that he's seen the worst, that he knows it can't get darker than that. Tonight, though? Far from it.
Sighing out a shaky breath as the other man nuzzles into his touch, as his hand comes up to cover Danta's fingers, he ought to expect it, really, when Asta starts to apologise, and yet it still somehow takes him entirely by surprise. Unsuccessfully blinking back the fresh sting of tears - but feeling in control of himself enough now to resent them - Danta bites back his response for a few beats, as if trying to untangle what he automatically wants to say versus the truth.
"I forgive you," he whispers at last. "It wasn't you, really. Not the you that's here now. But I still forgive you." Leaning up, he brushes a gentle, hesitant kiss against Asta's cheek, then steps back at last to gaze down at himself. "I think I'm going to get changed..."
Sighing out a shaky breath as the other man nuzzles into his touch, as his hand comes up to cover Danta's fingers, he ought to expect it, really, when Asta starts to apologise, and yet it still somehow takes him entirely by surprise. Unsuccessfully blinking back the fresh sting of tears - but feeling in control of himself enough now to resent them - Danta bites back his response for a few beats, as if trying to untangle what he automatically wants to say versus the truth.
"I forgive you," he whispers at last. "It wasn't you, really. Not the you that's here now. But I still forgive you." Leaning up, he brushes a gentle, hesitant kiss against Asta's cheek, then steps back at last to gaze down at himself. "I think I'm going to get changed..."
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
