[ dextera doesn't resist this lacing at all—he wouldn't have even on a normal day, but now, he actively responds to it, warm with the comfort of having guren so close to him. he's happy, even though half of him is dead, and guren's friends don't have much longer. is that selfish? maybe. but he's selfish. he doesn't want to think about the apocalypse, or all the things that are waiting for him back in his world. he doesn't want guren to think about those things, either, not when the two of them are here together and that's all dextera could ever ask for.
there are words in his chest that he wants to say. he wishes it were easier to form them. ]
Together.
[ it's not the first time he's said this—but it's the word he always seems to come back to. ]
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there are words in his chest that he wants to say. he wishes it were easier to form them. ]
Together.
[ it's not the first time he's said this—but it's the word he always seems to come back to. ]