[ that breaks the tension, anyway, and dextera laughs softly as he’s moved out of the water by that great strength that held him under, as well.
he settles on the edge of the hot springs now, and the steam and the heat of the water keeps him from feeling too cold—even naked and wet as he is. he’s happy, warm to the bone with affection. ]
You could. [ he pauses. ] But you wouldn’t.
[ not on purpose, anyway—not with any of the malice that would have made him afraid of what they did. ]
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he settles on the edge of the hot springs now, and the steam and the heat of the water keeps him from feeling too cold—even naked and wet as he is. he’s happy, warm to the bone with affection. ]
You could. [ he pauses. ] But you wouldn’t.
[ not on purpose, anyway—not with any of the malice that would have made him afraid of what they did. ]