when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
"Okay," Danta mumbles, and it's in response to it all; okay that Asta isn't hurt, okay that he won't have to do it again, okay that they're both physically just as they had been when they walked into the rage room. And it'll have to be that way, because nothing in the Maverick is willing to give up any ground where they examine this too closely and start to spiral. So it's remarkably easy to sink into the offered affection, Danta burying his face back into Asta's chest, eyes shut to inhale the honey-smoke smell of him.
"You'll still marry me, right?" he murmurs after a long few moments, his words muffled by fabric, his fingers fussing at the butcher's shirt as if it might have gained some creases by his laying on the floor with Danta. He draws back slowly to look up at the other man, eyes a little red, but the tears have thankfully stopped by now.
"You'll still marry me, right?" he murmurs after a long few moments, his words muffled by fabric, his fingers fussing at the butcher's shirt as if it might have gained some creases by his laying on the floor with Danta. He draws back slowly to look up at the other man, eyes a little red, but the tears have thankfully stopped by now.
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.
