storm's comin', I can see the clouds
Danta's head shakes a little, enough to send feathers cascading around his face, the feel of them startling enough to have him swiping at his cheek from within the grip of his dream. His back arches as if whatever is happening is about to result in one of the deeper scars that cut across the length of his body, and though he can taste blood from biting the inside of his cheek, even that isn't enough to draw him towards consciousness.
The unfamiliar cadence of Asta's voice, though, quietens him again, as if Danta is able to parse the words from the unexpected tone now, unable to find the lie in it when it doesn't sound quite so close to the butcher's taunting purr. Cringing closer to the other man rather than away this time, his breath leaves him in a quiet gasp, a tight admission of, "It hurts--" before something - likely the result of the room's spirits, in retrospect - falls off a side table, and the sharp clang of it hitting the floorboards has Danta jolting very unpleasantly awake.
Panting hard into Asta's chest and only vaguely registering the hot sting of tears that stain his cheeks, he's already hiding himself against the butcher, arms tight around him, body fighting not to shiver with adrenaline. "Am I okay?" he whispers, certain he can feel blood on his back and that, if he looks in a mirror, he'll see himself freshly flayed to the light.
The unfamiliar cadence of Asta's voice, though, quietens him again, as if Danta is able to parse the words from the unexpected tone now, unable to find the lie in it when it doesn't sound quite so close to the butcher's taunting purr. Cringing closer to the other man rather than away this time, his breath leaves him in a quiet gasp, a tight admission of, "It hurts--" before something - likely the result of the room's spirits, in retrospect - falls off a side table, and the sharp clang of it hitting the floorboards has Danta jolting very unpleasantly awake.
Panting hard into Asta's chest and only vaguely registering the hot sting of tears that stain his cheeks, he's already hiding himself against the butcher, arms tight around him, body fighting not to shiver with adrenaline. "Am I okay?" he whispers, certain he can feel blood on his back and that, if he looks in a mirror, he'll see himself freshly flayed to the light.
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
