[ dextera has to stop himself from going a little harder with it, that reflex to kill strong in his veins even if he would never actually do that to guren—so this kiss is a nice replacement, a little too hard, pressing at his broken lip, their blood mingling in their mouths. it satisfies the feral part of him that wants to hurt someone, at least enough that when he strikes across guren’s chest again, he isn’t going to be murdering anyone.
more. more. ]
Hah— [ there’s blood in the water now, a bright red across the clear, crystalline grey. ] Guren—break me.
[ whatever happens, he can purify himself later. it’s more reckless a thought than he’s usually willing to extend, but survival isn’t on his mind. he’s going to live. he might as well make the most of that certainty. ]
no subject
more. more. ]
Hah— [ there’s blood in the water now, a bright red across the clear, crystalline grey. ] Guren—break me.
[ whatever happens, he can purify himself later. it’s more reckless a thought than he’s usually willing to extend, but survival isn’t on his mind. he’s going to live. he might as well make the most of that certainty. ]