[ kissing by the water under a starry sky... it's very romantic, and dextera can't appreciate any of the clichés that hang over them right now. he's wrapped up in guren, in relieving all the tension that he never had a name for before, and he doesn't even mind—or notice—that he's being pushed back.
guren wouldn't hurt him. he's not the archangel. guren's eyes are that safe, lovely purple, that comfort dextera was asked to think of in times of crisis. ]
Hh...
[ eventually, though, he has to part for a breath, and the spell is somewhat broken after that. he tightens his fingers in their shared grip, and only now does it seem like he's nervous. ]
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guren wouldn't hurt him. he's not the archangel. guren's eyes are that safe, lovely purple, that comfort dextera was asked to think of in times of crisis. ]
Hh...
[ eventually, though, he has to part for a breath, and the spell is somewhat broken after that. he tightens his fingers in their shared grip, and only now does it seem like he's nervous. ]