all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach
"Well, whatever you need, we can..." Danta drifts off as Asta draws back, his fingers wanting to chase after him without permission from his mind. He can feel the tension in the other man like a held breath, following his gaze down to the bandage on his hand that he instinctively goes to hide behind his back before giving up the ruse. "I hit a glass off the counter," he explains quietly. "And threw a chair. Set a tapestry on fire. It didn't really do much."
As for whether he's alright, the Maverick lets out a shivery breath and, at last, seems to find the courage to shake his head no. "I'm tired," he says, voice pitched closer to a whisper than anything else. "Not just in general, but... I'm tired, Asta. No one said caring about someone would be scary. But I feel that way. A lot. And being afraid of losing you is exhausting."
As for whether he's alright, the Maverick lets out a shivery breath and, at last, seems to find the courage to shake his head no. "I'm tired," he says, voice pitched closer to a whisper than anything else. "Not just in general, but... I'm tired, Asta. No one said caring about someone would be scary. But I feel that way. A lot. And being afraid of losing you is exhausting."
Dantalion
don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
