[ dextera doesn’t want it. he wants guren to wear it—it’s a selfish, unreasonable desire, and he knows that, but he can’t help it. the bracelet was a gift and a sign for them to always be together, and he’s gotten used to the feeling of wearing just one anyway.
he takes it back, but the look in his eyes says more than a verbal complaint ever could. he’s not going to wear it, but he’ll hold onto it. ]
…
[ he exhales, harshly, frustrated that this isn’t going the way he’d always hoped. did he do something wrong, or… no. maybe he was always just being naïve about the end goal of this all. ]
I won’t say anything. I know.
[ he digs his nail under the metal of the bracelet’s latch, fidgeting. ]
no subject
he takes it back, but the look in his eyes says more than a verbal complaint ever could. he’s not going to wear it, but he’ll hold onto it. ]
…
[ he exhales, harshly, frustrated that this isn’t going the way he’d always hoped. did he do something wrong, or… no. maybe he was always just being naïve about the end goal of this all. ]
I won’t say anything. I know.
[ he digs his nail under the metal of the bracelet’s latch, fidgeting. ]
What do we do now?