like he doesn’t already think of guren so much, every day, all the time—except now, he supposes, with the archangel’s weight on his shoulders pushing him to insomnia. dextera nods, and then he’s turning his head, just a little, recklessly taking advantage of this closeness.
a bad decision? yes, he knows it is. it’s just that the two of them are so close that dextera’s chest aches, and such comforting words make him feel too calm and too brave at the same time.
so he touches his lips to guren’s, so softly it could be an accident, but he very much means it. ]
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[ what a request.
like he doesn’t already think of guren so much, every day, all the time—except now, he supposes, with the archangel’s weight on his shoulders pushing him to insomnia. dextera nods, and then he’s turning his head, just a little, recklessly taking advantage of this closeness.
a bad decision? yes, he knows it is. it’s just that the two of them are so close that dextera’s chest aches, and such comforting words make him feel too calm and too brave at the same time.
so he touches his lips to guren’s, so softly it could be an accident, but he very much means it. ]