when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
Truthfully, Danta had expected such an answer from the other man, but gods he'd really needed to hear Asta say it out loud. And as he confirms it and leans in, the Maverick sniffles to himself and manages a soft huff of laughter barely more than a whisper. "Okay, good," he mumbles, one of his hands reaching up to cover the back of the butcher's palm against his cheek. "Just making sure."
Another long and shuddering sigh, accompanied by the brittle scrape of Asta's horns against the flagstones, and Danta finally drags his senses together enough to be able to look at the butcher properly. "The floor is really cold," he mutters, brushing his thumb across Asta's knuckles. "Do you want to get out of here? Because I do."
He doesn't quite peel himself away from the other man to sit himself up, which makes for quite an awkward and tangled attempt to get upright, but Danta is determined. "Do you think that bakery is still open? The one that sells the toffee apple cake?"
Another long and shuddering sigh, accompanied by the brittle scrape of Asta's horns against the flagstones, and Danta finally drags his senses together enough to be able to look at the butcher properly. "The floor is really cold," he mutters, brushing his thumb across Asta's knuckles. "Do you want to get out of here? Because I do."
He doesn't quite peel himself away from the other man to sit himself up, which makes for quite an awkward and tangled attempt to get upright, but Danta is determined. "Do you think that bakery is still open? The one that sells the toffee apple cake?"
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.
