[ dextera is alarmed by the way that damian stops, but he’s good at following instructions… and being quiet, of course. he’s already looking at the stag before damian explains who it represents, because he sees those eyes. even on some strange form of guren in damian’s heart, he’d recognize them. ]
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[ it’s not guren, but it is, and dextera’s chest abruptly aches with his own loneliness, how much he misses that proud face even when it’s on an animal. damian is lucky, to have such a lush heart. to be able to hold onto all these people.
dextera doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to, really. the way he squeezes damian’s hand a little tighter, the way his breath sounds, for a moment, wet, says enough. ]
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[ dextera is alarmed by the way that damian stops, but he’s good at following instructions… and being quiet, of course. he’s already looking at the stag before damian explains who it represents, because he sees those eyes. even on some strange form of guren in damian’s heart, he’d recognize them. ]
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[ it’s not guren, but it is, and dextera’s chest abruptly aches with his own loneliness, how much he misses that proud face even when it’s on an animal. damian is lucky, to have such a lush heart. to be able to hold onto all these people.
dextera doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to, really. the way he squeezes damian’s hand a little tighter, the way his breath sounds, for a moment, wet, says enough. ]