[ dextera has never been... tended to, in recent memory.
it’s strange to have someone watching him, probably worrying about him, although he can’t even hope to guess what’s on guren’s mind. for as long as he’s been descending the neuro tower, his wounds were his own, and it was blind luck that got him to god’s chamber.
it’s foreign to need to be nursed back from the brink. he doesn’t especially like the idea that he’ll have to stay here and rest, though guren’s presence—the promise of it—makes it more tolerable. makes it nice, even.
but he would be moving again if he didn’t have guren here, out of fear and stubbornness. ]
...
[ he’s quiet for a moment, and although guren looked away, dextera’s eyes flick up so he can watch guren’s face—now that he’s down like this, relaxing, some of the tension between them easing after a kiss, he is tired... but also, there’s guren. so close.
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it’s strange to have someone watching him, probably worrying about him, although he can’t even hope to guess what’s on guren’s mind. for as long as he’s been descending the neuro tower, his wounds were his own, and it was blind luck that got him to god’s chamber.
it’s foreign to need to be nursed back from the brink. he doesn’t especially like the idea that he’ll have to stay here and rest, though guren’s presence—the promise of it—makes it more tolerable. makes it nice, even.
but he would be moving again if he didn’t have guren here, out of fear and stubbornness. ]
...
[ he’s quiet for a moment, and although guren looked away, dextera’s eyes flick up so he can watch guren’s face—now that he’s down like this, relaxing, some of the tension between them easing after a kiss, he is tired... but also, there’s guren. so close.
and dextera is great at staring. ]