[ it's funny how, even with his voice working, silence seems the best between them. there are things that words don't quite capture, feelings that would require a poet to say—though dextera wouldn't say no to someone giving him an idea of what he feels. how to express it. it's all there, bound in his chest, held not because of voicelessness, but because of other, more common reasons.
but he meant it when he said he wanted to live with guren. even with both of them injured, it's hard to complain about this. ]
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[ if he moves slowly, it's not quite so bad. the less of his body that twists, the better, and so he's deliberate about the way that he moves his arm across guren—holding him, even if it seems a bold gesture coming from someone who's usually so meek. guren does these things to him. ]
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but he meant it when he said he wanted to live with guren. even with both of them injured, it's hard to complain about this. ]
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[ if he moves slowly, it's not quite so bad. the less of his body that twists, the better, and so he's deliberate about the way that he moves his arm across guren—holding him, even if it seems a bold gesture coming from someone who's usually so meek. guren does these things to him. ]