[ OPEN? CLOSED? ] as you die, you will understand.
WHO: dextera + others! i’m open to anyone but please tell me by PM or at
pavaal if they haven’t had at least like, one conversation.
[ for the first time, dextera wakes up from death to a sky that isn’t red. it’s all as grey as the world around him, and slowly, the memories return to him—the bogeyman, his brother, the feeling of his very soul being taken from his body. then, there’s a long expanse of nothing. now, his consciousness has returned.
he keeps out of the way at first in this sketchy body, staying private, staying safe with a friend he’s sure won’t tell—there are things he’s not ready to talk about, and faces he’s not ready to see. after a few days have passed, though, and his features reform, color returns, and his voice continues to stay just out of reach, he can finally be seen around town again.
he saw the post. he knows guren announced his death. he’s just hoping that no one will ask about it, if they see him. ]
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[ as ever, he's silent. ]
( i'll be posting closed prompts in the comments for people who want them, otherwise... go HOG WILD. )
WHAT: dextera forces himself to face all the people he bailed on after dying.
WHERE: the town!
WHEN: forward dated to late june, and probably the 1st and 2nd of july.
WARNINGS: death death death
[ for the first time, dextera wakes up from death to a sky that isn’t red. it’s all as grey as the world around him, and slowly, the memories return to him—the bogeyman, his brother, the feeling of his very soul being taken from his body. then, there’s a long expanse of nothing. now, his consciousness has returned.
he keeps out of the way at first in this sketchy body, staying private, staying safe with a friend he’s sure won’t tell—there are things he’s not ready to talk about, and faces he’s not ready to see. after a few days have passed, though, and his features reform, color returns, and his voice continues to stay just out of reach, he can finally be seen around town again.
he saw the post. he knows guren announced his death. he’s just hoping that no one will ask about it, if they see him. ]
...
[ as ever, he's silent. ]
( i'll be posting closed prompts in the comments for people who want them, otherwise... go HOG WILD. )
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…
[ he signs something, but it seems as unintelligible as if his voice were blocked. still, the action itself should be clear enough that it’s him. against all odds, dextera has wandered into his house.
or, as it stands, has very purposely broken in. ]
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Dextera. [ He states it with a note of doubt in his voice, because he can't quite believe that this is the real deal—some apparition conjured up by the town itself to fuck with them, perhaps.
He still doesn't lower his rifle. That's not a risk he's willing to take yet. ]
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…
[ he nods, slowly. ]
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Is it really you?
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…
[ he nods again, gesturing to himself, motioning that something was taken from him—from his chest. his soul was removed, and although he’s technically fine now, dextera himself has a whole host of problems with that that won’t be addressed for a little while longer. ]
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[ The one Guren took and is probably using as the world's most depressing paperweight. ]
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but that’s conjecture, and conjecture won’t help him here. still, he nods, and then takes a slow step forward. ]
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But since you came to me and not him, I assume you don't want to see him right now.
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he just needs to… recuperate. he signs something again, just as uselessly as before, but the gesture itself is obvious. he points to himself, and then makes a meaningful motion at the floor.
he wants to stay. ]
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You can stay. [ He turns around to head back into his room, motioning for Dextera to follow. Once inside, he closes the door behind them and leans the weapon back against the wall. ]
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[ he follows ryo into his room, and almost immediately, he leans back against the wall to slide down into a sitting position. he just wants to rest. he doesn’t know. he wants ryo to tell him what to do. ]
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[ there's a slight pause before he adds: ] On the floor.
[ he's sure he didn't really need to clarify this, but it's better to be clear so dextera knows what his options are. he isn't sharing his bed with anyone, much less some sketchy figure who gives him weird uncomfortable feelings—and maybe some vague positive ones too, because he's starting to find dextera's presence somewhat preferable to his absence. ]
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[ he does turn his face up slightly to look at ryo, however, and there’s a flutter of movement that looks something like blinking eyes. slowly, his features are filling in. ]
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Here.
[ He holds the pillows and the blanket out for Dextera to take. One of the pillows is missing its case and is kind of flat and the other has a strange smell. But hey, better than nothing, right? ]
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except dextera doesn’t feel anything at all, when he takes these pillows. even the one with the strange smell just seems like it’s there, even if he does pause to sniff it because he’s still a weirdo, underneath it all. ]
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[ he places the pillows on the ground, and pulls the blanket over his shoulders. honestly, like this, he looks just about as dead as his actual corpse did. ]
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Goodnight, Dextera.
[ He was going to stay up for another hour or so to type notes on his laptop but honestly, it's getting late and the dead has come back to crash on his bedroom floor, how is he supposed to work like this. There's plenty of time to be productive tomorrow after he's gotten a good night's sleep, so he puts his laptop away and changes into pyjamas before getting into bed.
With Dextera in the room, it takes longer than usual for Ryo to fall asleep, but eventually he manages to drift off into slumber. He dreams of wings to fly with, of falling into the vastness of space from somewhere bright and warm. He stirs early in the morning, slowly blinking his eyes open. ]
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his own dreams are of nothing at all, possibly because the sleep he does get is somehow deep and restless at the same time. he wakes up feeling worse, in some ways, but he looks better.
by the time the morning filters into ryo’s room, dextera is clearly dextera. he’s still pale, desaturated as many were during the incident with the shadows, but his body is returning to him in stages. he still feels… empty, though. he feels like someone else. ]
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[ …right. he’s in ryo’s room. ]
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He looks to Dextera, mentally making the comparison to the desaturation during the shadow incident, and notes that he seems to be slowly turning back to his usual self. ]
You're looking better today.
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he looks down at his own hands, when ryo points it out, and he’s quiet for a moment. ]
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[ he still can’t go out like this. ]
I’m sorry. For showing up suddenly.
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[ Ryo assumes that's at least part of the reason he came to him, besides not wanting to see Guren right now. He begins to change out of his pyjamas and put on his usual clothes (sans the coat, since they're indoors and he can't get the bloodstains out or fix the damaged sleeve by himself), right hand smoothing the front of his shirt. ]
Besides, I owe you one. That amulet you gave me saved my life.
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he looks up when ryo claims the need to repay him, however, and only upon looking closer does he realize that there are still small scratches across ryo’s otherwise flawless skin. he frowns. what happened, after dextera died? ]
Were you hurt?
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[ Which kind of sucked tbh, but at least Josuke took care of the worst of the cuts, and now his own healing factor has ensured that all that's left of his remaining injuries are thin lines that will disappear completely before the day is over. ]
The impact with the wall should have broken my neck. [ Or the glass shards should have severed an artery, made him bleed out. ] It didn't.
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ryo would have died without it, and that would be much worse than dextera meeting the same fate. ]
I’m relieved.
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I'm going to make breakfast. Do you drink coffee?
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dextera would frankly drink poison if ryo gave it to him in a cup and told him to take it. ]
…I don’t know. [ a helpless little shake of his head, as he watches ryo, which is his way of saying that he doesn’t remember if he’s ever had coffee before. ]
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