storm's comin', I can see the clouds
"I know," Danta whispers back, sniffing and letting himself become boneless in Asta's arms to allow the butcher to clutch him as close as he likes. His arms are a reassuring weight around him, the press of his body something to lean into and take shelter, and as the warm lick of fire caresses his skin he hiccups in a breath, not expecting the comforting heat of it but craving it all the more.
They stay like that for a long few minutes, Danta feeling his own pulse start to even out, his breath slowing to something less panicked, less desperate for escape. "I never think of you like that when I'm awake, except for when your haunt gets too intense," he says quietly, as if to offer a crumb of reassurance where Asta might be afraid there's none to be found.
He can feel the apology already burning a hole in his tongue, but he knows to say sorry to Asta right now will likely only provoke further guilt. So Danta draws quiet again, freeing one hand between them to wipe at his cheeks instead.
They stay like that for a long few minutes, Danta feeling his own pulse start to even out, his breath slowing to something less panicked, less desperate for escape. "I never think of you like that when I'm awake, except for when your haunt gets too intense," he says quietly, as if to offer a crumb of reassurance where Asta might be afraid there's none to be found.
He can feel the apology already burning a hole in his tongue, but he knows to say sorry to Asta right now will likely only provoke further guilt. So Danta draws quiet again, freeing one hand between them to wipe at his cheeks instead.
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
