run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
He feels the flinch just as much as he sees it with the deepening tear of the pillow, spilling more feathers across their shoulders and hair. And he can sense it the second that his voice leaves him, the way that Danta freezes, like he’s suddenly just been caught out by a version of the butcher that only exists anymore on the long dark recesses of their minds.
Danta’s tense as a stone despite his attempts to calm him down successfully from the nightmare he’s trapped in. But it seems evident he’s only made it worse. And it burns something hot and unforgivable in the butcher’s chest to know that all it takes is the sound of his voice when Danta’s like this to dredge up more horrors.
He clutches at him and the blankets in spite of it, though, not fully aware of where he is while the nightmare has him still, and it gives Asta a moment to try and figure out what the fuck to do. He doesn’t force him into any position that would be reminiscent of the Climb, and instead hears the cut off request.
He remains close but doesn’t continue to try and nudge Danta one way or another. If anything, he continues to let his voice drop to something less than familiar for the Maverick — as close to Ferox as he’s gotten to sober, at least. “You’re safe. They’re going to have to get through me first.” He murmurs, an attempt to try again as a version of himself that’s as far away from the Climb as he can possibly get.
Danta’s tense as a stone despite his attempts to calm him down successfully from the nightmare he’s trapped in. But it seems evident he’s only made it worse. And it burns something hot and unforgivable in the butcher’s chest to know that all it takes is the sound of his voice when Danta’s like this to dredge up more horrors.
He clutches at him and the blankets in spite of it, though, not fully aware of where he is while the nightmare has him still, and it gives Asta a moment to try and figure out what the fuck to do. He doesn’t force him into any position that would be reminiscent of the Climb, and instead hears the cut off request.
He remains close but doesn’t continue to try and nudge Danta one way or another. If anything, he continues to let his voice drop to something less than familiar for the Maverick — as close to Ferox as he’s gotten to sober, at least. “You’re safe. They’re going to have to get through me first.” He murmurs, an attempt to try again as a version of himself that’s as far away from the Climb as he can possibly get.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
