storm's comin', I can see the clouds
Still reeling from the pit he's clawed himself out of, imagined though it might be, Danta is at least awake enough to recognise the man curled around him as Asta - his Asta, not the gentleman monster who haunts his dreams. Letting out a shuddering breath and hiding his face away in the butcher's chest, he can feel the thunder of his pulse against his ear, Danta swallowing hard as a fresh wave of tears prick at his eyes.
He flinches at the touch to his back, even on the heels of Asta confirming he's whole and uninjured, and only as the butcher's hands smooth down the length of his body does he finally let himself relax. "Okay," he whispers, clenching his jaw as his teeth try to chatter, his whole body feeling as if his bones might vibrate right out of him.
"I hate this," he says quietly, pressing his eyes shut and forcing himself to take a few long, deep breaths, to ground himself in the here and now with the other man, rather than wherever he's just been.
He flinches at the touch to his back, even on the heels of Asta confirming he's whole and uninjured, and only as the butcher's hands smooth down the length of his body does he finally let himself relax. "Okay," he whispers, clenching his jaw as his teeth try to chatter, his whole body feeling as if his bones might vibrate right out of him.
"I hate this," he says quietly, pressing his eyes shut and forcing himself to take a few long, deep breaths, to ground himself in the here and now with the other man, rather than wherever he's just been.
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
