you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Hopefully Asta will forgive him for the sudden drop in amusement, because even as the butcher smiles and starts to explain, Danta's mind has already started to run away with itself. They might be laying content in their temporary den up in Hak Etme, but he can still see the butcher's silhouette in a rented room in Torchline, hands bound behind his back, muzzled and at his mercy. And gods he knows it would have felt good to crack that cane across his body even now, and that had been before it had been sharp and versatile and blessed by Dygra.
"I don't want you to lose that trust in me," he admits, gaze a little distant as it drops to their clasped hands. "And I... it all makes sense, what you're saying." Biting at the inside of his cheek until he tastes blood, Danta lets out a hard sigh and suddenly burrows himself back against Asta, leaning into the butcher's touch. "I'll make sure I hunt something, just before." The less chance of losing control of himself, the better.
"I'm sure it'll be fine," he adds, summoning a smile. "It's not like we haven't fought before, since waking up."
"I don't want you to lose that trust in me," he admits, gaze a little distant as it drops to their clasped hands. "And I... it all makes sense, what you're saying." Biting at the inside of his cheek until he tastes blood, Danta lets out a hard sigh and suddenly burrows himself back against Asta, leaning into the butcher's touch. "I'll make sure I hunt something, just before." The less chance of losing control of himself, the better.
"I'm sure it'll be fine," he adds, summoning a smile. "It's not like we haven't fought before, since waking up."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
