[ 'I am,' Dextera says, and his heart twinges. But at the same time, it's strangely easy to accept that ache in his chest. He gets it, after all -- Dextera is someone who belongs on that side, a place that someone like him never should have stepped foot in. 'I will,' Dextera says, and Gen gives a shuddering sigh of relief.
Dextera isn't Reiji, someone hollow he needs to keep close by force, because otherwise he'll simply drift away. Dextera, at least, will look at him -- look at him properly -- even if their paths diverge. ]
Alright. [ They're close, he realizes only now, as he sees the shuttering of Dextera's lashes as his gaze shifts. It feels only natural to let his head drop forth until their foreheads touch. ] You promised.
[ Maybe the next time this insane places throws them into another mess, it'll be as enemies. That's fine. So long as he knows Dextera is where he's meant to be, and will face him properly, he can tolerate that. Probably.
But maybe he'll be forgiven for extending this moment just a little longer, before he has to let go. It isn't even an entirely conscious gesture when he leans in -- uncharacteristically tentative, pulsing a desperate neediness from his very core -- to kiss Dextera on the corner of his lips. ]
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Dextera isn't Reiji, someone hollow he needs to keep close by force, because otherwise he'll simply drift away. Dextera, at least, will look at him -- look at him properly -- even if their paths diverge. ]
Alright. [ They're close, he realizes only now, as he sees the shuttering of Dextera's lashes as his gaze shifts. It feels only natural to let his head drop forth until their foreheads touch. ] You promised.
[ Maybe the next time this insane places throws them into another mess, it'll be as enemies. That's fine. So long as he knows Dextera is where he's meant to be, and will face him properly, he can tolerate that. Probably.
But maybe he'll be forgiven for extending this moment just a little longer, before he has to let go. It isn't even an entirely conscious gesture when he leans in -- uncharacteristically tentative, pulsing a desperate neediness from his very core -- to kiss Dextera on the corner of his lips. ]