// no one wants a half remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife //
Always happy to meet Danta’s gaze whenever it’s offered, it’s the warmth of his hand that has the brief beat of his heart as it settles into an easy rhythm despite the subject matter. “Both, I suppose.” He says with a slight scrunch of his nose as he thinks about it while Danta nestles back in against the side of his neck. “Getting caught, though. It is what brought the crows.” He tilts his head slightly and nestles his cheek in more against the glamoured crown of his fiance’s head.
He does feel the frown and the next statement is one that Asta has little doubt that Danta would be that different from how he is now. Because if he hadn’t made it to becoming an Ancient and being the punisher, well, Morax would have chosen someone else. The end result would have been unfortunately the same, abused and starved and used as a weapon. And it’s a thought he can’t keep locked behind his too sharp teeth.
“I don’t think you would have been that different at first. I didn’t exactly go easy on you as I am sure you recall.” There’s the slight tug of a smile, more exasperated at the politics they had been involved with both unwillingly at that point in the Climb. “I think I'll always be sorry for it.” He admits as his hand traces over a particularly long scar along his fiance’s back and edges toward his side, courtesy of one of the many canes he’d broken across the Maverick’s back.
He does feel the frown and the next statement is one that Asta has little doubt that Danta would be that different from how he is now. Because if he hadn’t made it to becoming an Ancient and being the punisher, well, Morax would have chosen someone else. The end result would have been unfortunately the same, abused and starved and used as a weapon. And it’s a thought he can’t keep locked behind his too sharp teeth.
“I don’t think you would have been that different at first. I didn’t exactly go easy on you as I am sure you recall.” There’s the slight tug of a smile, more exasperated at the politics they had been involved with both unwillingly at that point in the Climb. “I think I'll always be sorry for it.” He admits as his hand traces over a particularly long scar along his fiance’s back and edges toward his side, courtesy of one of the many canes he’d broken across the Maverick’s back.
Astaroth
// and how it ruined you. Name the organs it kissed //
