when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
"I really thought I would be okay," Danta is mumbling as Asta draws closer, like his reaction had been a surprise to both of them, though given his history perhaps it shouldn't have been. But the Maverick had truly believed it, and now that he's been proven startlingly wrong, it's a mix of guilt and exhaustion and disappointment in himself that chokes through each breath he takes.
Still, as the butcher reaches for him Danta doesn't hesitate to roll into the offered embrace, hiding his face away in Asta's chest and huffing out a long and shuddering sigh as he fights for composure. "You're not hurt any more?" he asks suddenly, peering up to make sure, fingers brushing carefully across the other man's throat to ensure it hasn't been gouged by the serrated edges of the whip.
"I don't want to do that again," he whispers, clutching onto a handful of Asta's shirt.
Still, as the butcher reaches for him Danta doesn't hesitate to roll into the offered embrace, hiding his face away in Asta's chest and huffing out a long and shuddering sigh as he fights for composure. "You're not hurt any more?" he asks suddenly, peering up to make sure, fingers brushing carefully across the other man's throat to ensure it hasn't been gouged by the serrated edges of the whip.
"I don't want to do that again," he whispers, clutching onto a handful of Asta's shirt.
The Maverick
you soon find you have few choices, I learned the voices died with me
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
