storm's comin', I can see the clouds
Letting his hand drop so Asta can take over, Danta closes his eyes again to lean into the cradle of his fingers, feeling more exhausted than when he'd let sleep pull him under. "This helps," he mumbles of the soft, gentle touch, the hush of their breath and the warm comfort of the butcher's embrace. He has no idea if it would help in the moment, but evidently trying to talk him out of the nightmare hasn't worked so far.
"You sound different," he says quietly, as if having picked up on the more casual cadence of his accent, the musicality of the words that leave his lips. Blinking up at the other man at last, Danta leans up at last to kiss Asta's cheek, tail curling loosely around his calf. "Thank you for trying to help."
However much or little it might have helped, it still means the world to have someone willing to try to reach out for him in those moments of bleak horror, and Danta doesn't take it for granted.
"You sound different," he says quietly, as if having picked up on the more casual cadence of his accent, the musicality of the words that leave his lips. Blinking up at the other man at last, Danta leans up at last to kiss Asta's cheek, tail curling loosely around his calf. "Thank you for trying to help."
However much or little it might have helped, it still means the world to have someone willing to try to reach out for him in those moments of bleak horror, and Danta doesn't take it for granted.
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
