when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
Danta peeks up at Asta just enough to realise he's drawn his glamour up, prompting the Maverick to follow suit if only to make it easier for the other man to wrap himself around him. Without any horns to impale him, he soon nuzzles further against his chest and into the side of his neck, smiling despite himself at the butcher's vow. "You're good at it," he whispers back. Good at taking care of me.
"Just keep doing this, if I'm having a hard time," he suggests, head tipping forward a little so Asta can continue his fuss along the back of his neck and through his hair. This being exactly as they are now - tangled up in one another, all soft hands and gentle affection. It might not wake him from the nightmare, but it might not need to; a kind hand to lead him back into deeper sleep is better, sometimes, than waking and being faced with it all.
He might have articulated as much to Asta with some degree of success, but unfortunately sleep has already carried him away by that point, and Danta is out like a light.
~FIN
"Just keep doing this, if I'm having a hard time," he suggests, head tipping forward a little so Asta can continue his fuss along the back of his neck and through his hair. This being exactly as they are now - tangled up in one another, all soft hands and gentle affection. It might not wake him from the nightmare, but it might not need to; a kind hand to lead him back into deeper sleep is better, sometimes, than waking and being faced with it all.
He might have articulated as much to Asta with some degree of success, but unfortunately sleep has already carried him away by that point, and Danta is out like a light.
~FIN
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.
