Event Six.

[awashmods]

If you see this hairy creature Your first choice should always be to run Otherwise you had better hope You have silver bullets in a gun.

he full moon hangs brightly over the Town, hovering so low that it almost feels as though you could reach out and touch it. It should be comforting. But as the howl of wolves fills the air, it's anything but. There are werewolves on the prowl, and their target is very clear -- the Town won't be able to last without your help. Welcome to Awash's sixth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[swordfucker]

[That conversation is as good as over when Dextera reaches to touch his hand. It's a relief, and he forgets about the teasing, the words, the signs. He shifts his hand, instead, squeezing their joined pinkies before he gets greedy and links all of their fingers, pulling their hands down between them.

There's no need to pretend to pet the chocobo anymore.

It's so tense, and he still won't say a thing about that. He can't. Not now, not ever. But... just this should be fine, he thinks. He hopes.]

I'm not going anywhere now.

[passio]

[ dextera adores guren so much it makes his chest ache—it’s not like the dull, empty pain of missing his brother. it’s like his body can’t contain how much he wants to be around guren, his ribs forced out of place by the swell of affection he feels every time they touch.

he shouldn’t say anything, though. guren has enough on his plate, now and always. ]

…good.

[swordfucker]

If you were feeling this bad, you should have contacted me.

[One way or another. Laptop, looking for him, he'd take any of it. His thumb smooths over Dextera's hand as he holds it.]

...Not that I think it's wrong that you were wary. I just would have come sooner.

[passio]

[ dextera knows that, consciously. guren doesn’t mind being bothered with things, as long as they’re real problems—but it’s hard to think of himself as having any “real problems” when he can just as easily solve them by sitting in the dark in his room, with the birds surrounding him for protection. ]

You’re busy.

[ that’s not what he wants to say, but he can’t find the words for the actual sentiment he wants to express. so, “you’re busy” it is. ]

[swordfucker]

[That gets Guren to stare at Dextera in slight confusion. He doesn't like that, that reasoning... And so he speaks immediately, without thinking.]

I'm never going to be too busy for you, Dextera.

[passio]

…

[ what did dextera do to deserve someone like this? he doesn’t even have guren in any sense, but they’re friends, and guren is a better friend to him that he’s ever known in his life. it doesn’t feel fair, when dextera can’t offer him anything half as nice in return.

he squeezes guren’s hand, and simply nods. he doesn’t need to say “thank you,” since he imagines guren won’t like being thanked for daring to spend time with him… so he keeps quiet, and lets their contact speak for him instead. ]

[swordfucker]

Seriously...

[He squeezes that hand right back, his free hand moving to rub at the side of his head with a sigh.] I thought you knew that much.

[He has to remember to check sooner rather than later. He feels horrible for it. How long was Dextera alone and worried about Guren being busy?]

[passio]

I know.

[ he knows, of course he knows, but it’s hard to internalize that kind of thing no matter how many times guren tells him. dextera learns only through doing, and it’s hard to just force himself to comprehend that guren isn’t too busy for him.

he scoots a little closer, in something that could be an apology. ]

I’m busy, too.

[ that’s an excuse, but he’s trying. ]

[swordfucker]

[Hmm, that's even nicer, and he doesn't have it in him to find some reason to scoot away. Not when they're holding hands, and he already gave in to this. He stays relaxed, resting their joined hands on their legs that are so close they're nearly touching.

He'd close his eyes if he didn't need them to "hear" Dextera.]

Busy with stuff like this, huh? I wouldn't want to be interrupted, either.

[passio]

…very busy.

[ dextera lives a leisurely life, here in town. he has no useful skills, so there’s not much contribution he can do to the daily life except to tend to his (and once, ryoji’s) offshoot garden. he’s still taking lessons from caramia, but the town is good at interrupting that more than he would like.

guren’s teasing does lighten his heart, at least. ]

Birds are needy.

[swordfucker]

[He laughs at that.]

So are the kids around here. [They've got their arms full! This weird family of chickens and people. He leans just slightly so that his weight rests against Dextera a little, as well.]

Guess that means we should appreciate the chances to take a nap.

[passio]

[ it’s a good family, dextera thinks. he loves his birds, and all the other animals he’s met as well. he loves the people here, too—even the ones that have hurt him in some ways, he may not love, but their oddities are somehow nostalgic. he appreciates their presence. ]

I am.

[ with guren on his side, and a chocobo behind him, dextera finally feels like he can close his eyes without sending himself into a panic—so he does. ]