Even when the starry sky dissolves at dawn

[brightlyshines]

WHO: Literally anyone and everyone
WHERE: The Town
WHEN: May 3rd, evening
WHAT: The town's regained both some aspects of evening and a starry night sky. Stargazing is clearly in order.
WARNINGS: All that good pure cute, probably.

The town is just a little bit different today. Color has returned to some objects, even phenomenon, and it has left others. Slowly but surely, things are changing.

In some cases, very big things are changing.

Maybe someone looks out a window, maybe they're out late in the evening. At around 6pm, the sky takes on it's normal hue, just for a moment. And later, as darkness falls....

The stars blink into existence, one by one.

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[messianic]

[... Huh. The clear request for support in that gaze is something that Minato can parse easily, and that in addition to the fingers--]

Oh, did you make two?

[(In truth, that kind of makes him happy too. If Dextera can have two wishes he wants to make... that's really, really good, isn't it?)]

I don't think the stars mind, honestly. Besides, you've never wished on a star, right? Some people do all their life, so... you have plenty of wishes to make up for.

[passio]

[ he doesn't think the stars mind.

hearing it phrased like that, silly as it is, is reassuring to dextera—and he lowers his hand, sheepish, but he seems to relax with minato's explanation for it all. that is true, isn't it? if he wanted to, he could finagle a lifetime of wishes right here, right now, but he doesn't think he has any more in mind besides the two he's just come up with.

there's plenty of time, though. he hopes. ]

...hm.

[ a breath, and he shifts, his body language easing somewhat now that his wishes have been established. ]

[messianic]

[Sometimes people need reassurance, silly or not. Minato's entirely unbothered by that--so long as Dextera relaxes, he doesn't care what it takes.

Each quiet, peaceful moment Dextera gets to have here is one more than he seems to have been able to have in his own world. That counts for something.

So Minato falls silent as well, settling back on his on hands to stare up at the sky. Wishes, huh...Maybe it's a little childish, but it eases something in his own chest to think about something this simple, about making wishes on the absolute brightest star in the sky, no matter where they are.]

[passio]

[ minato cares too much about dextera... he doesn’t warrant any of this kindness, this comforting silence, even though he appreciates it more than words can say. minato just has something about him that makes him easy to be around, no matter what, and dextera wants to spend more and more time with him. ]

...

[ after a while, he shifts just enough to get minato’s attention, the body language equivalent of clearing his throat or breathing with the intention to speak.

once he has it, he cocks his head minato’s way. did he make a wish? ]

[messianic]

[...Oh.

He wasn't actually expecting that question, somehow. Minato blinks slowly, expression contemplative. He... didn't make a wish. Of course he didn't--he's dead, and somehow, wishes feel like they should be the domain of people who will be alive to receive them.

(It's not really fair; Minato's heart is beating right now. But some associations are hard to shake, and he had a solid month to come to terms with dying.)]

... No, I didn't. [Still, he's honest.] I couldn't really think of one.

[passio]

[ dextera is not one to judge for being unable to come up with a wish—it would be hypocritical, of course, even though he scrambled and ended up with two at the last minute.

he nods, quietly considering minato’s answer. living or dead, it’s not a bad thing to have a wish. wishes, desires... they’re the things that make people want to keep going. ]

...

[ he reaches for minato’s hand, expectant. another writing adventure! ]

[messianic]

[Writing adventures! Minato doesn't mind, naturally; he hands over his hand willingly, expression more curious than anything.

Dextera's always so quiet; he can't help but be curious when there's something he finally wants to say.]

[passio]

[ there are any number of things he wants to say at any given moment—strangely, he likes to communicate, but it's so limited by his lack of voice. his lack of resources, here. writing in palms, too, is not especially easy, but it works.

T... A... ]

Take your time.

[ a simple phrase, for a simple desire. minato doesn't need to come up with a wish now ]

[messianic]

[... Oh.

Is that how it is...? Minato wasn't expecting that sort of reassurance, but... it's nice, too. He's quiet for a moment--and then his lips curve into a small smile, and he nods.]

Got it.

I'll think about it a lot, and... next time, I'll have a wish ready.

[... That's part of living too, right? So long as he's here, shouldn't he do his best to live, regardless of what awaits at the end?]

[passio]

[ dextera nods too, letting his hand come back from minato’s and rest over his stomach again. it’s not the first time he’s been curious about what kind of life minato has lived, but he’s sure it will come out when it’s ready to come out—just the same as his own life will, in return.

and if they never share those things, that’s probably okay, too. ]

...

[ for now, though, he’s happy just to be able to watch the stars with such a good friend of his. ]