I have never loved a darker blue

[swordfucker]

[The room Dextera is in now is a fair size, but a little crowded with how many people have moved into it. The floor, ceiling and walls are all white, the lights are bright, and Dextera is flanked by a soldier on either side, carrying some form of enchanted weapon. They're currently facing Kureto, who's seated on the only bed in the room, wrists and ankles chained together. Despite that, he looks serious, and he seems to be completely in charge, shooting the blonde man leaning at the side of the room a sharp and analyzing look before he turns to one of the other few soldiers in the room.

"Get Guren in here now."

"Yes sir!"

The whole building seems to be on lockdown like this, so of course when Dextera was found wandering inside of what was supposed to be protected territory, he was brought in immediately. The second Guren's name had been mentioned, Kureto's face had scrunched in brief irritation, and he'd whisked them all away to this room. Not much else has been said, so far.

Until now, when Kureto leans forward, arms resting over his legs and hands folded together in thought. Everyone in the room is watching him, not quite sure what's going to happen next. But—

"Who are you? What are you to Guren? How did you get past my men?" A row of questions all at once, from Kureto, quite seriously. Shinya looks a little troubled by this, but he doesn't say a word, turning his own curious eyes on Dextera. He wants to know, too, after all.]

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[passio]

[ dextera knows he’s in guren’s world. there are certain features he recognizes, even if everything is blurry and a mix of nausea and fear has light blooming at the corners of his vision, and he knows some of the people in front of him.

kureto, shinya. guren’s companions, albeit in complicated ways that dextera really was never able to make sense of. ]

…

[ his heart threatens to pound right out of his chest under the interrogation. when he fantasized about coming back to guren, it wasn’t like this. things were smoother, and it was a loving reunion that awaited him—not soldiers and an unrelenting voice. the sound of his own voice is smaller for it, barely escaping from his throat.

his eyes are on the ground, and so it’s almost inaudible when he actually manages to form a thought. ]

I…

[ distantly, he realizes that he doesn’t speak japanese, but somehow things are being communicated. is this the power of god? is he speaking in tongues? ]

Guren… I want to see…