[ dextera wants to have sympathy, but silco gives him nothing; the best dextera can pull is bitterness, but even then, silco’s tight lock on his feelings means that he can’t begin to guess what the cause is. he doubts that silco just wishes he could move things with his mind or shoot fire from his hands—it doesn’t feel petty, even if dextera personally regards him as a petty man.
the sun beating down overhead, it’s not hard to see where silco was talking about a little farther away. dextera doesn’t hurry, even if he’s starting to feel heat creeping up his neck. ]
You could just die.
[ there’s always that option. ]
If you don’t really care what happens, I could kill you right now.
no subject
the sun beating down overhead, it’s not hard to see where silco was talking about a little farther away. dextera doesn’t hurry, even if he’s starting to feel heat creeping up his neck. ]
You could just die.
[ there’s always that option. ]
If you don’t really care what happens, I could kill you right now.